Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-09-08 10:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | gen, golden girls, rated: teen |
Fic: Not With A Whimper, But With A Snore 1/1 Golden Girls
Title: Not With a Whimper, But With a Snore.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Prompt: 20 Sleep disorders - sleep dep, narcolepsy, jet lag, snoring
Claim: General Golden Girls
Rating: Mature Adults
Genre: Humor
Summary: We all gotta go sometime.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls.
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The NTSB investigators had finally retrieved the black box. It was grueling work looking for it over the gulf of Mexico, but eventually they had found it. After months of investigation, the rest of the debris had revealed nothing special. No sign of anything conclusive. Sure, a few bolts needed replacement, but nothing to explain why the plane had suddenly taken a nose dive. This was their last chance at ever finding a solution.
Placing on his head phones, the first person to ever hear the recorded evidence of Flight 208's final minutes prepared to see if he could divine a cause. What he heard was a surprise.
At first, he thought it must be a joke, that someone had switched the data recordings. He double checked the box and found that wasn't the case. It was the original. This was most troubling.
After rewinding it, he turned it back on. He was prepared to write all he heard down, no matter how strange.
"So, Bob, I hear you are having trouble sleeping. I might have something that will help."
"Now, Jim, I told you I won't take none of those drugs. I would lose my license if I had to take sleeping pills. Doctor said it is just stress, I will get through this."
"Oh, don't worry, this isn't anything like that. Put on the auto-pilot, you need to be away from the controls for safety reasons."
"What is it?"
"Just listen."
A scratching sound.
"Hello, nephew, this is your great aunt Sophia, I am setting this up so you can see I'm not just delusional like you said."
"Sophia, why do you want to hear about Big Imir Gunderson?"
"Just humor me."
"Okay. Well, Big Imir Gunderson was known as the oldest man in St. Olaf. He wasn't really the oldest, Young Ingvar Dulo was the oldest, though, I can't figure out why they called him that. It wasn't Ingvar, his real name was Dumeo...."
The recording stopped and the entire black box died.
Taking off his earphones, the man yawned and took a drink of his coffee. He checked his watch and was surprised it had only been two minutes, not the two hours it felt. He jotted down this revelation in his report quickly then ran off to show his boss.
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Officially, it was determined to be system failure. Unofficially, the government sent several teams to this St. Olaf to discover it's secrets. Two long months later, the government's new anti-terrorism weapon was perfected. Two long days later, world surrender to the United States was finalized.
THE END.