Operation Babel

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One of series on John and Marlene.

I was reading, and suddenly I thought of an odd thought. It was quiet in the library. And I whispered to Marlene on sofa next to me.

“Marlene?”

“What?” Marlene hissed at my ear.

“What will holiday system look like in U.S. two hundred years later?”

“Um.. I don’t know. I don’t think about speculations like that. You know that no one think like you, John. That’s what I love about you. Why?”

“Well, an idea just popped up. Suppose that every day will be holiday? Days upon days, president after dead president after another, reducing the days to….”

“Oh, you’re really funny…”

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“To the point where we don’t have to work at all…” I heightened the climax.

“I wish that were true…”

“…and Capitalism fall to its ashes… like sand in the wind of desert… No food, no productive society, and we rot away in the rotten graveyard overnight…”

“You’re over-thinking a bit too much…” Marlene pressed on my thigh and got closer.

“So what do you think on what U.S. will look like in three hundred years?”

“You said two hundred, not three…”

“…Right.”

Few hours later.

“Marlene…” We were eating our lunch.

“What is it, John?”

“I just thought of evil thought. Next Saturday is September 11…”

“Yeah… I didn’t think of that… What about it?”

“It is evil… twist back stab in the Middle East… You know that building in Dubai? The one in United Arab Emirates?”

“UAE? The one that Saddam Hussein wanted to take over before the Operation Desert Storm?”

“Precisely. The country with oil riches. The one just below Iran, and Northern end of Yemen.”

“You know, I think I know what you’re talking about. What about it?”

“I think the name is Burj Khalifa… It just opened this year, in January, I believe.”

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“So what is the point.. Oh.. Evil thought… Don’t tell me, I can see where this is going…”

“Do you want to hear or not?”

“Say it slowly… I wanna hear it… so much that I want to kiss you…”

“Well, so we all know about that Tower of Babel… its skyscraper and desperate attempt to reach the sky…”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s call it the Operation Babel.”

“Tell me the details.”

“On September 11, 2010… It will be their September 11 of regrets. Around 9:01 AM.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s topple Burj Khalifa with, say, five 757 planes…”

“Oh, Jesus…” Marlene gasped and attempted to pull my face closer to her. “Tell me more.”

“Five jumbo 757 airplanes…”

“Yes! Yes! Tell me!”

“Send them simultaneously and crash the very Tower of Babel… and burn it down to ground…”

“YES!” Marlene was excited.

“Let them learn the day of regrets in their own failures in Islamic Jihad.”

“YESSSS!” Marlene screamed.

“I say again, simultaneously… five planes in less than a minute… Let Burj Khalifa be toppled and let people panic and cry all over!”

And so Marlene was at peak of orgasm.

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A week later.

“Marlene, look at this on news! Operation is success!”

We were dancing.

*sic* “This is news 9. Breaking news. At this moment, we have unknown number of body count… Eyewitnesses indicate that there were four or five airplane crashes… A 9/11 of Middle East… The target appears to be Burj Khalifa…”

And we holler and dance and laugh soaked in happiness. “Let Muslim infidels burn!” I laughed in maniac voice.

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