The Life of Death Part 2 sci-fi
Part 2- the sci-fi-ish version
Death’s cat and plane flights
Somewhere in Osaka, there is a cat shop: this shop sells specially bred cats to anybody who can afford their astronomically high price. Its exclusive clientele includes many cat lovers and animal enthusiasts, just only the very rich ones.
It was a balmy Saturday afternoon and only one customer had arrived to drop off their 50,000 yen deposit so the shop was quiet and veteran shop assistant Tomoki Shimada was arranging the display cards -of the variety of cats available for purchase- when the shop ‘phone’ rang. Well, it was his Samsung headset that he wore at all times. Tomoki was so startled that he dropped the cards that needed to be arranged- they could be dealt with later. Once this was accomplished Tomoki pressed a button on his headset, and after all of this- he answered the call.
“Yes. hello, this is Osaka cattery How can I help you. Ok, I can arrange an appointment for tomorrow. Sure, see you then, thank you. bye! ” *
Tomoki ended the call with a frustrated button press, what an inconvenient phonecall, and stalked off to pick up the cards he dropped.
Next day at precisely 4:01 pm (16:01) the shop door slammed open and a customer advances into the inside of the shop. Tomoki watched the shop door open as a customer walked in; The door closed again after this with a crash. Getting a good look at the new customer he noted: a purple turtleneck jumper; walking trousers and black boots- not the classic animal lover then. He looked more like someone who is going for a long walk then somebody who is going to buy a seven and a half million yen cat (£55,524.54).
But business is business so shop assistant Tomoki Shimada checked if the new arrival had an appointment. So the following dialogue commenced:
“Do you have an appointment?”
One hour, 50,000 yen and a cup of coffee later, Death exited the shop with a slight spring in his step. Walking towards a maglev station at a brisk pace he thought back through his time in Osaka- well it had been mostly lonely time to be fair. That was his precise reason for buying a cat; to feel less alone. Upon arrival at the station, Death swiped his JT (Japanese transport) pass at the automatic ticket barrier, strode down a flight of stairs and boarded a waiting maglev- what a coincidence.
At the door of his apartment Death placed his palm on the biometric scanner on the left of the doorframe. Sauntering through the now open door Death took off his coat before unlaced his boots. As the door slid shut and locked with a hiss; he sat down in his favourite leather armchair then sighed. Tapping at his wafer-thin phone he set a reminder for seven days time. The day he got his first cat for at least the last 1500 years. Anyway, it was all very exciting and Death couldn’t wait for it.
At the normal rate, time passed and the allocated week until the acquisition of a new cat elapsed. At this point Death found himself greeted by a suitably more ecstatic Tomoki in the now familiar waiting room within Osaka cattery. Tomoki then hurried off to a side room to return with a small travel cage which was then placed on the shop counter. The moment of truth had finally arrived.
With a trembling hand, Death opened the cage to reveal…
It was not just any cat; it was the cutest cat he had ever seen. Death was not biased at all.
Death later named his cat Spock as he had pointy ears and so did the Vulcan from star trek. Soon after Spock and Death were firm friends and while Death was at home Spock would curl up on Death’s lap and fall asleep. Whether this could be classed as friendship or not is a different story but Death definitely felt a lot less lonely. When Death was at home Spock did whatever cats do most of the time.
As the weeks, months passed and almost blurred Death and Spock the cat grew closer and closer- well at least as close a cat and a human could get. It was almost six months after their fateful first encounter. And in Death’s opinion, it was one of the best six months of the last 50 years. Easily the best after the trauma of the first half of the Twentieth Century- but that was all behind him now.
The last time Death has with Spock was a quiet and peaceful Sunday evening. Spock was lying on a sleeping Death’s lap before suddenly waking up rousing him from a deep slumber. Promptly Spock exited through a window; this was all before a now awake Death rose from the recces of his armchair.
It had been over 2 weeks since Spock had left and never returned. It had been 2 weeks of almost frantic searching for the lost cat. The subsequent week was a very lonely one it was just Death in his apartment- just him and no cat. However, Death’s foul mood didn’t last, walking past the door there was a clunk and a letter fell through. A letter! Almost nobody sent them anymore. It was a letter from his immortal friend Time from Berlin in Germany.
The decision was made. Death packed his bags, sold the flat and caught a plane to Berlin. On the flight, he wondered how much time had changed in the last fifty years or so- probably quite a lot.
Upon arrival, he was met by a bearded Time. As the two immortal men embraced. Death whispered, “it’s been too long”. All Time replied was “yes it has”.
Death and Time had a lot of history.
*translated from Japenese
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