The little pearl was shaking and twisting. He had his enhancer hovering above it, making it possible to look through the translucent surface. It was a fascinating spectacle. Small, red, animated cells among more tranquil green and blue. It looked like white noise on a television set from the late 1960s.
His new enhancer was really something. Japanese quality. Looking through it was like being there himself.
But then something strange happened. The little pearl started talking to him, “Don’t watch me shake! I am embarrassed! You look at me so intensely! Why did you pick me up? You could’ve taken any other pearl!”
But that was not true, because this pearl was special.
It belonged to the Pope of the Common Current of TWAPIG, an underground art scene that was famous among the creatives of his city for organising illegal parties. He had taken the pearl from the Pope that night when he had been lucky enough to be invited to one of the parties. The Pope had been dressed in black ropes and a mask, and had been so intoxicated that it had been easy to lift the pearl from the neck.
The little pearl continued its coquettish talk, “I am just a pearl, not worth anything, just like peat. Yes, Just like peat! Dig me up! Burn me for warmth, if you like!” It began shaking even more violently, and he became afraid that it would damage the enhancer.
“Be quiet!” he told it. “Stop this… I am not the Pope. I am just Angela.”
“Take me, Angela, and throw me away out on the heath! My days are like peat! When the Pope hovers over me I’m gone, and the heath cannot remember what a piece of peat I was. Treat me like filth!” The voice became deeper and slower, like when you turn off a record player. “Throw me before the pigs!”
The pearl was feeding on attention – on the humiliation. It got off on this. Angela saw that now. Full of contempt, he put the pearl in his pocket. It was really writhing down there in kinetic kenosis, screaming silently its orgasms.
Then he took the enhancer and carefully placed it in the small white box with the purple velvet lining. It looked like a pearl itself. It was slightly bigger than the Pope’s pearl, and had small buttons so it could also be controlled manually. Japanese quality.
