“Lady Sisley, my darling, I bought Disneyland yesterday,” Brandt David told the grand old dame as they languished in the relaxation and restoration chamber, deep in the bowels of Casa Buildmore. Billions of highly charged luxurion particles bombarded, stimulated and rejuvenated their cosseted skin, muscles and bones in radiated penetrations; skin so petted, pampered and pulsed alive by quantum particles that it glowed, radiant and glamorously rich in any mood lighting and for every high-society occasion.
“Disneyland? That old mausoleum of talking mice and crickets and Dumbos and better worlds of tomorrow that never came about for so many of the prols--- but Brandt, why? It’s outside The Dome! Why buy that ancient temple of plebeian indulgence?”
“One word: Gone With the Windows. I’ve decided to go ahead with my holo-movie of that classic rewrite, of course with your expert guidance---”
“And my money, you mean. Oh my adorable Brandt, that was such a wonderful retelling of an old romance by mega-author, Stephanie Myerson. It deserves to be your next holo-movie my darling, but, lest you forget, you promised me my acting debut in your next holo-movie. Of course, I’m to be Scarlett, the new Scarlett O’Hara, the helpless victim of that pristine life of wealth and privilege during the freeing of the Mexicans of Southern California. The Dome worlds, inside and out still reel with the consequences of that bitter war. Northern California and the Silicone Valley Chan brutes . . . brutal war that nearly tore our entire Republican States of New America to pieces in the 22nd century. Oh Brandt, you’re so brilliant---“
“---The Magic Castle at Disneyland is so like Stephanie Myerson’s, Taraville ... down to the last brick and holo-projection. Sisley, of course you were my first choice for Scarlett, however, since you’re the matriarch of this household and you’re to be the matriarch of my next extravaganza! Yes! It is decided; Gone With the Windows will be your vessel of glamorous immortality! You’re to be seen by all the people; in every Domed and civilized city on earth and across the universe, for the remarkable woman you truly are... the goddess of money, absolute power and the spiritual mother of our rich and privileged society. You’re to be Ellen Tuoluo O'Hara, the real power behind Taraville, the woman behind all that is mystical Buddhism and Mexican slavery’s once glorious right-wing institutions, the embodiment of Old Southern California's glorious plantation lifestyle, and mother to---“
“Of course, my beautiful cloned girls will be the daughter’s O’Hara-Gates--- Virginia as Careen, Philomena as Susan Elinor... and I suppose Medea demanded that she must play Scarlett O'Hara-Gates?“
“And Belle Watling also. Yes, Medea insisted, dual roles. She absolutely insisted, explaining to me that she can easily put two different faces on the performances.”
“But Brandt darling, those tiresome, childish gang wars of Anaheim, and Fullerton are raging as we speak. You'll never be able to set up an on-location, holo-production outside The Dome. I find real life amongst the dregs of that irradiated society so unpleasant, such an unsightly and filthy, mongrel infested place, . . . so course, so gauche. Can you guarantee the cast’s and crew’s health and safety? I don’t know Brandt; you know how I detest the riff-raff classes outside The Dome.”
“Not to worry my darling, I’ve negotiated with the Anaheim, Fullerton cholo-Gandi gangs to protect us during filming. Picture this darling, the burning of old South California’s last plantation mansion stronghold of East L.A. , Maywood, El Monte, Pico Rivera, and Alhambra --- a conflagration that soon grows out of control and torches all of Southern California. It will burn all the way to the New Nevada border. Of course, the entire area will be sprayed with insecticides, stable iodine, fungicides and my favorite cologne before we begin holo-filming. It will be safe, well until the---”
“---Alhambra was nuked and totally destroyed in the day-long World War of Saturday August, 8 2403---”
“---Ah, but the old SoCalia capital reemerged, a bastion of illegal immigrants --- its Mecca. But once I torch it, big business superiority and the all mighty Yaun-Dollar-Pound will endure again. Absolute wealth still burns in the memories and minds of acquisitive and acquiring men who dream of a luxurious society, of a land unfettered, allowing trans-global capitalism. My darling the red-state predominance of SoCalia will rise again! And in the glorious guise of a holo-movie burning of Tomorrowland, a Disneyland set . . . it will be the Potemkin moment for the rich!”
“All our friends will call you a modern day Otis Chandler!”
“But darling, as you know, creating real fire is nearly impossible in three-dimensional hologram movie making in even the best studios! The Outer Lands must by torched into an authentic conflagration of renewed capitalist spirit, then controlled with revised banking laws, tamed, subdivided and sold over and over to every sucker who dreams that American dream!”
“Oh glory be! Yes, I see it, darling. I see what you’re planning. That old mausoleum of amusement, preserved by the gangs for eons, as a reminder of the greedy and ruthless aspects of runaway capitalism... the damned fools . . . you’ll destroy it in the guise of showbiz. You’ll provide the spark for all the proper and privileged inhabitants of The Dome to see over and over again. And by doing so, you’ll inadvertently promote the complete destruction of all the Outer Domes worldwide. With luck and high-holo box office numbers you’ll finally bring an end to the Outer Dome’s mangy and moronic inhabitants. Perhaps you’ll even start a new world war. Our land developers yearn for war, as we can pick up the pieces and start anew with subdivisions, strip malls and big box stores again! Yes, killing them all is the solution! Hail to the emergence of the new military-industrial complex . . . genesis! Real estate investment is best when there is blood on the streets”
“Exactly, our promised land without the riff-raff! You’ll easily recoup your investment in this holo-movie, when war breaks out. Oh, it is a glorious and vicious circle we initiate, my darling Sisley. I'll set Alhambra aflame, recreate the days of the old south depicting the misguided gay liberal citizen-solider-sociologists of Berkley and Santa Cruz, as they came marching in after the unjust liberation wars. Those scum, dripping in those flamboyant rainbow radiation suits, in muskrat and squirrel fur-lined helmets, so vainglorious and confident they thought they were then! Carpet-bagging liberals, those self-righteous hoodlum elements, homo- lezbo - transgender factions of terror and extermination. How foolish they looked, those riotous gangs in a panty-pansy clad juggernaut of a purposed utopia, heralding the era of sissified egalitarianism, proclaiming la-de-da banking reform and equality for man and droid alike! We knew it would never work... an army of girly-men in silken panties and kilts, womeny-men in plaid lumberjack shirts with mustaches... now thankfully long ago vanquished from our pristine Inner Dome and never to return! Our armies of w.a.s.p. -Stinger enabled android warriors, crushing them like flaming fire ants. Death and destruction of the Outer Dome inhabitants and everything they represent!"
“Oh yes, my darling Brandt,” Lady Sisley cooed, the thought of the beginnings of world domination ignited her war lust and war bucks into a day-dream-scape, into an inferno of loving delight. Her thighs warmed and sex hormones flowed over her in a mighty tide of sexual love for Brandt.
“Picture this my darling daffodil, in all this turmoil, Scarlett O’Hara perseveres, retains her dignity and retains her belief in the power of runaway capitalism to make a better tomorrow, all the while, plotting her subversions in sly espionage and acts of anarchy. Scarlett will be the devious espionage agent , the model for anarchists everywhere who are living through these daily trials and tribulations under the yoke of rampant suffocating Costcoian liberalism. Oh, thank the powers and ideals of The Dome, God and free enterprise that now stand to triumph forever and ever in The Dome! Tomorrow the world! A world that becomes our colonies to exploit and manage with perfection once again!”
"Yes Brandt, Gone With the Windows will be your biggest success!"
"Medea will become a revered goddess, perhaps even a presidential candidate---"
“Brandt, who is going to play the part of Melanie Huffington Wilkes? Remember what Rhett Butler said about Melanie on her deathbed, ‘She never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.’ Oh, my dearest Brandt remember, heart and soul, always heart and soul is needed to win over the masses. I cry a river of sadness whenever I think of that romantic character Melanie ---so pure, so altruistic, so tantrically charged. Myerson’s Gone With the Windows, as a holo-movie---it will be your greatest triumph! My pet, you’re my genius, but you’ll need to evoke right-wing sympathies within The Domes to get any crusade for world domination and acceptance of our banking laws of the ground.”
“Genius, I think not. Perhaps mastermind describes me best. I can only hope, my magnificent Sisley, that I leave a mark upon this beautiful Domed world of ours, a mark that sparks a revolution in the rich, a spark that reignites the fuse of rampant capitalism for all,” Brandt said, out of breath, beaming with creative excitement and once again grateful that Sisley Rich- Buildmore agreed with his plans. By painting her role as a future star of stage, fingernail viddies and holos, she would forget about the real cost of invoking and setting the spark for world domination by the wealthy few.
“However, my precious, as of now, "Brandt continued, a look of concern and consternation on his face,"I have no idea of who’ll play Melanie Huffington Wilkes. It'll take a special woman, a woman with a heart and soul of pure gold. That woman that Davidson sees in his dreams... the android is the archetype I’m looking for... if such a perfect woman exists . . . she would be perfect.”
“And who will play Rhett Butler?” Sisley asked, as the servant bot in charge of removing and installing her large assortment of diamonds, precious jewelry and golden-thread-embroidered after-sauna wear, kowtowed before her, awaiting her signal to begin festooning and draping her in the fashionable wealth befitting her majestic stature and wealth.
“Myself as Rhett Butler of course and who else but my butler Davidson as my identical Rhett Butler stand-in and stunt man!”
“And I assume for the close ups?
“Of course, my darling gem of life, the young men of The Domes, the movers, the shakers of every civilized domed city, only wish to see the hero as the perfect man, and never older than 29 years old. From time immemorial, it is a fact of nature that all men pass their prime, if they have not made a success out of themselves in their younger years. Casting out the failures, removing the old men, exiling them out into the Outer Dome, allows only the worthy, the superlative and righteous to remain. This is what keeps our domed world perfect. This stands as one of the saner laws of man and nature, to eliminate the scheming and cut throat competition against the truly successful and perfect men like myself. This was one the wisest things the bankers of old decreed in The New Testament of The Domed Life. The pure white race of The Dome’s elite must prevail.
"Lest you forget Brandt, you’re in reality 42... and according to your wedding blood test you’re part Hottentot.”
"Tush, tush... As you well know, Sisley my darling jewel in the crown, exceptions are always made for the ultra-rich like you and me. I’m only 1/64 Hottentot, my damned uncle, eight generations back, Lothar von Trotha, took a slave girl after the Battle of Waterberg. We all have skeletons in our closets, my darling . . . even you.”
