My first wife was purchased for two million dollars. Not by me, of course, I don’t have that kind of money. I don’t have any money, actually. Didn’t really need it, did I? But I did have a million-dollar wife. That’s something, anyway. She’s gone now.
I only met her when I was seventeen, even though we lived in the Nursery together since we were born. Or rather, since we were purchased, which for me was right away, as an infant, maybe even before. I didn’t see those documents, but I suspect. Maybe it was later for my wife. The Nursery has a separate section for girls and boys, at least when we were young. At least it did at first. It’s a complicated place, the Nursery.
Gale named her Eve, my first wife. A bit cheeky, if you ask me, but you know Gale. He has a flare for drama, and not always the subtle kind. He wants everyone to know where things stand. No oblivious exit for anyone. That’s what has me worried. I’m surprised, now that I think of it, that he didn’t make us call him God. We did call him father, though, all one hundred and eleven of us. Did I say Gale has a lot of money?
Maybe I should start at the beginning. My name is Adam, and I am the original Oman. The foundation. The seed. Created, if I can use that term loosely, by a Godman, a man who thinks he’s God. A man playing God. Maybe I should just call him God.
No, he’d like that too much. His name is Gale, and he’s just a man, like me. Gale Herald. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Yup, that Gale Herald.
I’ve had a pretty quick learning curve here, so forgive me if I’m sloppy in the retelling. I only met the real Gale Herald last month. And met is the wrong word. I didn’t meet him. If I had, there would be no story to be telling. Or rather, possibly, no one to tell the story. Discovered is the word. I discovered who Gale Herald actually is. If I hadn’t had the resiliency training, the shock would have killed me.
Truth be told, I don’t know where this tale really starts. Does it start with me, my experiences in the Nursery, my life? My new perspective? Maybe. But maybe the beginning was before me. Beyond me. I mean, I’m really the victim here, at least right now (although, ‘victimization is a choice’, I hear Lars in my head). Maybe this story really should start with Gale. It was all his plan, anyway, so I’ll start with Gale.
But even then. Do I start with Gale now, or the one I knew, my father Gale?
You know what? This is my story. Plenty of stories will be written about Gale someday, so, fuck Gale. My name is Adam. The second Adam.
This is an excerpt from my new writing project. I’m having so much fun writing, I don’t really want to hear if you don’t like it, but….I’m trying to toughen my skin, so I’ll bite the bullet. What do you think?