Comedy
Jack sipped stale water from a disposable plastic cup and set it down. He was in a small room, bare but for a silver square table that now held his cup and three silver chairs two on one side and one on the other—occupied. He was alone for the moment, but didn’t doubt the return of his guests. On the same side of the room that contained the only door, ran a long length of opaque glass in which he could see the buzzing light of the twin fluorescents overhead glaring back at him. Jack’s restless legs hadn’t ceased since he was brought in, and the light jingle of the keys in his pocket were as constant as the beeps of an ECG machine. Jack took no notice of this, even when the sound ceased abruptly as the door swung open. The two detectives had returned to the room and the jingle in Jack's pocket soon after. The pair took their seats across from him. The brown haired one, presumably the lead, dragged his chair in closer and leaned forward placing both forearms on the table, his hands clasped together. He stared into Jack’s eyes, while the blonde one opened up a laptop device on the table and attached what looked to be one of those small cash register printers, Jack recognized from those old-timey vids. Just then the brown haired one withdrew what looked to be a small cylindrical tube with a rounded end from his coat pocket and handed it to Jack. “Mr. Allison, if you would hold this for the duration of our meeting, we’d greatly appreciate it”he said. Jack started to sweat, and didn’t notice the increased frequency of the sound of his chiming keys. He nodded and took the item. “Good, there’s nothing to be nervous about Mr. Allison, I’m just going to ask you a few questions, and when you’d respond, I’d ask that you speak directly into that round part there.” He pointed at the tube held in Jack’s hand and Jack nodded. “Very good, now Mr. Allison some very important schedule IV androids went off the grid in your area sometime last night. Are you familiar with schedule IV droids Mr. Allison?” Jack nodded. “Speak, please Mr. Allison” instructed the detective. “Y-yes, sir” Jack said, projecting his voice into the tube, and as he did so he heard a squealing, scratching sound, he jumped slightly and realized that it had come from the printer. The detectives showed no sign that they had noticed. Whatever Jack had said had caused the machine to print a sequence of scribbles on the protruding strip of paper. “Good Mr. Allison.” continued the detective, “Then you know that they can look like anyone, me--” he pointed to himself, “Detective Hollbeck--” he pointed to the blonde detective operating the laptop. “Or even...you.” Jack gulped, and nodded. “Good, and as we know although they might look like us, Androids can't necessarily reason, like us. There's a certain level of humanity that they lack you see making it possible to find them by just simply asking the right questions, understand?” Jack nodded. “Good. Now let's start with an easy question. You are on a country road. It’s night, you can hear the owls hooting and the frogs croaking in the distance. You reach a bridge. On that bridge you see a bacon wrap, as well as some sawwse. What do you do?” When the detective had finished asking the question, It was then that the chime of Jack’s keys became loud enough to notice. Topics discussed on today’s episode include: What the Freaking Duece? Jack is on one, Trump floats delaying election, The Death of Movie Theatres, The NewsRoom and Bacon Wrapping da Sawwse. Today’s episode aired on: 07/30/20 — https://www.twitch.tv/videos/695237677