Roxy Box was a semi-intelligent reporter working for News Corpse, the Internet conglomerate. Roxy was not a woman or man — Roxy was IT, “information technology” commonly known as a computer or a brain in a box. IT was the M.C. for the After Show (a spin-off from the Police Kebab Reality Show) where results of audience participation on the guilt or innocence of Adamine Krator would be revealed. Judgement was determined by a forensic Logarithm that dissected info from billions of tweets, emails, phone calls, and hidden cameras. Roxy Box interviewed Krator before revealing any consequences or calculations. IT was all show business to build anticipation to maintain a large audience that translated into approval ratings and commercial success. Adamine had no choice but to submit to the interview and resulting humiliation.
For this interview, Roxy appeared as a glowing black box dipped in glitter; flamboyant, yet serious. “You must be proud, Mr. Krator,” IT virtually gushed, “the ratings on your trial are through the roof.” A flummoxed Adamine replied, “I just want to know the results.”
“Not so fast. This is a time for our audience and fans to savor recent proceedings, a momentous trial: a distinguished detective on trial for murder and other crimes. Can you definitively state that you proved your case?” “Well,” Krator responded, “let’s see what the results say. I did my best.” The audience felt Krator was giving a poor performance — the numbers on the Approval Monitor dropped precipitously. Roxy had to up the ante and electrify the viewing masses, “What about the under age boy in the theater — Did you rape him?” Krator stammered, “how could I, I wasn’t there.” Roxy retaliated, “Oh, Mr. Detective, you were there alright. Your finger prints are all over the boy’s butt — and isn’t it true that the young man, the murder victim, was the same boy who grew up confused and tormented due to your deviancy?” Roxy Box momentarily turned red for dramatic effect.
Krator was confused. He remembered being a movie projectionist, an odd job to help pay for school. He was never interested in any Shennanigans with a boy. He remained a virgin for most of his adult life (his wife could attest to that, “god rest her soul”). Then, again, it made a kind of macabre sense: a perverse love interest that became an obsession and ended in a murder. The scenario had the right symmetry, but the wrong actors. It wasn’t him, but Roxy wouldn’t let go — IT kept pushing, “you were jealous of the young man — his freedom, youth, and talent. You wanted to be an artist yourself isn’t that true.”
“Never,” Adamine stated, “I took the role of an artist to discover the murderer, but I never wanted that kind of life.”
“Results are in, Mr. Krator. Guilty — no surprise there — but I want to assure our stalwart audience — the show will not end here. It continues with a stunning conclusion: the sentencing of Adamine Krator! — but, first a word from our sponsor, ‘Headcase,’ a product of Bio-Dynamics.” (to be continued)