There was a constant flurry of activity in the neighborhood when the high rise buildings started going up. We watched them climb through the clouds almost up to heaven, certain that if we stood on top, we’d be able to kiss the sky. It wasn’t the only time we’d be that high, but I suppose it was the first, I mean one day we’d understand that it was possible to live in the world of make believe if we could just stay eight miles high. That’s how it was back then though, I mean we were pretty sure that everything was possible. Alexi Markov lived on the twenty-third floor with his sister and mother. I’d hang out in their apartment every now and again, and watch the world scurry around below us. Sometimes we’d go up to the roof where Alexi was sure that if it was quiet enough, he’d be able to speak with God, or at least one of his angels. His mother would usually shout at us to get down from there, but it really didn’t matter, I mean Alexi was sure that God would still be there when he came back.
Alexi had been the man of the house ever since his father was found with a dozen blini or so crammed down his throat in the storage room in the back of Boris Badenov’s Borscht and Blini Bistro. There was some suspicion that it might have been a homicide, but the authorities said that there just wasn’t enough evidence, even though the family was pretty sure that the moose and squirrel in a Lada seen leaving the scene was enough to warrant some kind of an investigation. Anyway, the responsibilities he inherited made him grow up pretty fast, I mean he was only thirteen and he was already taking care of his mother and his sister. It had to take some kind of a toll on him, I mean he didn’t really get to be a kid or anything. I suppose he had no choice, I mean his sister was very young, and his mother didn’t seem to have any interest in being the adult. Irina Markov spent most of her time crawling in and out of bed with anyone who had the time and the fifty dollars. We were sure that it was all going to come crashing down on him soon particularly with his mother parading around the front porch all day in her lingerie, revealing enough of her goodies to entice the paying customers and the neighborhood kids. Tate and Farberman and I would spend a lot of time hanging around the front of her house. When she knew we were there, she’d do all kinds of things just to tease us. “Do you have fifty dollars?” I asked. I knew they didn’t, I mean if any of us had that kind of money, one of us would have been all up in her stuff by then. By the time we finished high school though, the combination of Purple Haze and Blue Meanies had sent Alexi over the edge of reason to believe that he was Zinc Radius, a fifty year old pharmaceutical sales rep from Triton, near the Kuiper Belt. It happened sometimes, I mean some people just react like that. And while Zinc Radius wandered around the tunnels connecting the caves and caverns that housed Triton’s civilization, Irina Markov, who was desperate to have a man in her house made the mistake of inviting Farberman to spend the night.
It was hard to believe that she picked Farberman, I mean it wasn’t that there was something wrong with him or anything, but he was dull. Even his family thought he was boring, and I suppose we were a bit jealous and everything, I mean we were pretty sure that Irina Markov knew what to do once she closed her bedroom door. Farberman though, had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do, I mean maybe she knew and maybe she didn’t, but Farberman had never really been with a woman before. Oh, there had been the usual begging and pleading that almost always occurred while parked on Melanie Holt’s driveway some Saturday night, and the tittie touching that accompanied the French kissing on the couch in her parent’s basement, but Farberman had only got any more at his own hands. And while he was excited to lay with Irina Markov, he was scared to death, I mean he really had no idea about what was supposed to happen, exactly. Tate and I would have given anything to be able to listen to the maiden voyage of the S.S. Farberman, but we were pretty sure we’d hear about it later, I mean we figured that Irina would let everyone know what a complete and utter failure he was in bed. We were wrong though, I mean she never said a thing, not one single word but by the look on Farberman’s face, we knew what really happened anyway. It was about time too, I mean Farberman really needed to get laid if he was ever going to learn to relax.
Back in a cave tucked away somewhere on Triton, Zinc Radius sat down to write the science fiction story he believed needed to be told. He huddled over an old Smith-Corona and banged away at the keys, hoping to pound out prose as quickly as Balzac. He knew that the truth had to be told, and he just needed to figure out how to tell it so that others would want to hear what needed to be said. It was always the same across the cosmos, I mean writers fill time and space with the truth only to find that most creatures would rather live a lie than face the truth. Its always been like that. The responsibility for delivering the truth was one he took seriously, I mean he was sure that it was his duty. Iridium Nixx believed that she too could be a part of the solution. The sister of Aragon Nixx knew that excitement and desire to change that was found in marches and demonstrations didn’t last very long, so she used her brother’s notoriety as a Sci-Fi Private Eye and front man for Aragon Nixx And The Pirate Satellites to spread the word about the writers’ collective and the movement to expose the truth. Zinc found her strong and powerful, and wonderfully brilliant, and he wanted her naked in his bed.
Farberman left Irina Markov’s house different than when he went in. He said that he had seen things he never knew where there, and he was pretty sure that she had shown him the meaning of life. “You just got laid.” Tate said.
“I suppose so.” Farberman said. “But it was more than that. I think I’ve been released.” I had no idea what went on in that house, but it was quite possible that Farberman saw something laying there between the sheets, I mean I was pretty sure that being with Irina Markov was very likely some kind of religious experience. I don’t suppose it really mattered much though, I mean there was always a chance that Irina Markov simply fucked Farberman’s brains out and turned him into an idiot. Whatever she did to him, Farberman didn’t seem to get enough. He talked about her constantly, and he would sit across the road and wait for her, hoping that she would ask him in just one more time. He knew he’d never be satisfied with just one more time, but he kept telling himself he would. It made no difference really, I mean Irina Markov let him know it would never happen again. She apologized for all sorts of things, but Tate and I both knew that she was really only sorry for ever inviting him into her house. Farberman took it hard, blaming himself and trying to figure out what went wrong.
Zinc Radius stood at the side of the bed and tried to get dressed without waking Iridium Nixx. She was beautiful and she was insane in bed, but she was also incredibly boring. All he wanted to do was to get the hell out of there without waking her, I mean he didn’t think he could stand another second of her inane musings or humorless anecdotes. He was sure that there was something wrong with her, I mean it just didn’t seem possible to him that someone could be that fucking dull without having something seriously wrong with them. He thought that she was quite possibly even more boring than Farberman. As he stepped out of her room, and hopefully her life, he felt the universe shudder as it jumped to the left, and stepped to the right, and sent him catapulting across the stars and through the galaxies. At the same time, in another galaxy, Farberman felt the same jump and step and stood there with his hands on his hips and his knees brought in tight. As Alexi Markov landed on the roof we finally managed to kiss the sky. When the dust cleared, Farberman was no longer on the roof with the rest of us. We thought he might have tried to sneak into Irina Markov’s house, but he didn’t, I mean he found himself on the other side of space and time, standing at the side of a bed getting dressed, as an insanely beautiful woman laying between the sheets called him Zinc, and invited him to come back to bed and take her just one more time. Farberman had a taste of a woman, and he wasn’t about to let this pass by, I mean shit like this never happened to him. It didn’t matter. In the end everyone was happy, and we all got exactly what we thought we wanted, I mean Alexi got a break from the shit that was killing him, Tate and I kissed the sky, and Irina Markov found some guy with a truckload of money who wanted to marry her. Farberman had gotten laid time and time again, but on the nightstand beside the bed in Iridium Nixx’s room was a copy of ‘Notches On The Kuiper Belt’, by Zinc Radius which Farberman read, but just didn’t understand. I don’t suppose it really mattered, I mean from what I’ve heard, very few people do.