The Mansion of Men

An old man's solace

Korn barked out a loud laugh, his hand going lax as his tablet dropped to his lap. These children were going to be the death of him. Especially Plectrumspectrum, whoever they were.

It felt like centuries, millennia since Korn was in high school, but reading about himself in present day schools, using present day slang, with access to present day facilities was one of the funniest things Korn ever read on the site.

It was also funny to read about him being a student in Chan's classroom. With Chan as his music teacher.

"How are we doing?" he asked, shaking his head and dropping the tablet on the table.

"It's slow-going, Sir," Chan said. "Arm extended the site to the minor mansion but the staff over there aren't participating."

"Why not?" Korn asked.

"Because people only stumble across the site if they're poking around for things they shouldn't be poking around for. And then again, people share the site with friends if they're not ashamed to admit that they're on the site in the first place. It took years for it to take hold in the main mansion. It's been in the minor mansion for a couple of months. It will take time, Sir."

"We don't have time, Chan," Korn said, clearing his throat and pulling out a sheet from the serviette box to cough into it. "Their involvement needs to be sped up."

"Any suggestions, Sir?"

"Can't they just send out alerts?"

Chan's eyes rose to the ceiling as he thought about it.

"They've never done that before."

"Why not?"

"I think Arm and Pol were worried about being discovered by you, so they kept it low key."

"The cat's put of the bag, Chan. I know about the site. If that's what's holding them back tell them they can alert people to it's existence."

"Yes, Sir."

As Chan left, Korn took his tablet again. He was right in the middle of a musical story where, apparently, he (Korn) was a music student with the voice of a nightingale.

Seriously, he thought. How on earth did these kids come up with this ridiculous, awesome shit?