The Capacity to Serve and Other Stories
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What if penguins, but tentacles? Schrödinger's cat escapes from the box. A clock is yellow when it should have been red. Is cheese better than women? A chicken sexer deals with the implications of his work.
In these five haunting stories by Xyzzy award-winning writer Simon Christiansen strange creatures and objects challenge the norms of society and often the foundations of reality itself. The stories have previously been published in markets such as Nature Futures, Lackington's, and Horror Sleaze Trash. The collection even includes the source code for a short adventure game written in the natural language framework Inform 7.
Contents
The Capacity to Serve
All Cats Are Grey
Simulacra
Keshi Yena
The Chicken Sexer
The Chicken Sexer - Adventure Game
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The Capacity to Serve and Other Stories - Simon Christiansen
This book is dedicated to my family and friends, who gave me invaluable feedback on the stories, and to those editors who originally accepted them for publication.
This collection would not exist without you.
THE CAPACITY TO SERVE
PENGUINS ARE TINY tuxedo-clad dwarven butlers, looking deceptively fit to serve, but with two useless flippers, incapable of carrying even a simple tray with a cup of tea and maybe a bowl of Turkish delight.
Their lack of opposable thumbs infuriated me.
My grandmother owned two penguins. Rare emperor breeds that waddled through the winding passageways of her home, looking for fish, which she often hid in nooks and crannies around the old mansion.
As I tried to sleep, I listened to their feet shuffling through the halls outside.
Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Fish.
My grandmother lived in the country. Far from the lights of the city. Far from my friends. Far from fun. My parents insisted that I visit her during the summer. I was bored without my toys and friends. She had one thing we didn’t have in the city, though.
The penguins. Very few city folks kept penguins. They didn’t like the noise. It was hard to keep your home at an appropriate temperature, with the thermostat controlled by Central Heating, and the light by the sun.
Most people who could afford penguins moved to the country. In the country, you could do whatever you wanted.
The short one was named Martin; the tall one, Copernicus.
I helped them find the fish that my grandmother hid around the mansion. Once found, I threw the fish into the air, the penguins craned their necks back, and the fish disappeared down their throats without a sound. Like shadows swallowed by the night.
Once I learned my grandmother’s habits, the fish became easy to find. The penguins were happy to receive their food, but I grew bored. I started to hide fish myself, choosing more challenging locations, prolonging the playtime.
Once, I hid a fish inside a suit of armour in the grand hall, and the penguins vanquished the empty knight. The different pieces of the armour split apart. The helmet rolled out the front door, down the stone steps of the front stairs. The penguins ate the fish while my grandmother castigated me and made me put the armour back together.
Hiding the fish put me in a position of authority over the penguins. It wasn’t long before I stopped thinking of them as friends. I started seeing them as servants, delivering fun rather than participating as equals.
I wanted them to serve more directly. I procured a tray from the kitchen, decorating it with a nice cup of hot tea and a bowl of Turkish delight. My grandmother always had plenty, and it did look very colourful.
Copernicus,
I called. Wanna play a new game?
Copernicus waddled to my side. Martin was still sleeping in his basket in the corner of the room.
I instructed Copernicus to bend his flipper. The penguin seemed nonplussed at this strange game. Martin raised his head and watched from his basket.
Copernicus bent the flipper as requested and looked at it, as if expecting a fish to materialize on the smooth surface. I took the tray from the table, carried it to the large penguin, and placed it on top of the bent flipper. It stayed.
Instructing Copernicus to keep perfectly still, I returned to the easy chair at the other end of the room.
OK, Copernicus,
I said. Bring me the tray.
Copernicus waddled one step forward. The tray slid from his flipper and crashed to the floor. The teacup broke, tea soaking into the carpet. The Turkish delight bounced everywhere, a rain of multicoloured gels.
What the fuck was the point of that?
said Copernicus.
He is distracting us,
said Martin from his basket. While he hides the fish.
Guys,
I said. I am trying to help you become more useful.
We are eminently useful at eliminating the fish surplus,
proclaimed Copernicus.
You need to be useful to humans, the providers of fish. Your natural habitats are long gone, remember? If we don’t give you fish, no one will.
Give me a fish, then,
said Copernicus. Or you are not useful to us.
I sighed and tossed him a lantern fish. Its huge eye stared at me as it soared through the air. It disappeared into the darkness within Copernicus’s beak.
Martin made that sound penguins make, and I threw him a herring.
***
Copernicus liked jazz. Sometimes, when the rain was pounding against the windows, we would sit in the drawing-room listening to Oscar Peterson and Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen. Martin preferred progressive rock, not the best choice for a rainy afternoon.
One day, while I was close to dozing off in the drawing-room