The Chip:  Alex's New Life
By Sir Kinyon
edited by  junior wayne


Part 4
 Alex used the next several weeks to not only get used to using his new slave (for whom he had chosen the name "toby", after the slave in "Roots"), but also to get his house in order. The house given to Alex by the government was a large two story colonial, with three bedrooms, three and a half baths a two car garage, a den, a laundry room and a basement that had been converted into a video arcade.

 The four slaves, including toby, that Troy had brought that first day had done an excellent job of cleaning the place up.  They had not done anything to the yard which, after months of neglect was well overgrown.  As a little boy, Alex had always dreamed of having a house with a large front yard where he could lounge and drink lemonade on a hot summers day.  Now he had one and Alex planned on making up for lost time.  He immediately set toby to the task of cleaning out all the weeds and mowing the lawn.  Alex sat on the front porch and watched the cracker toil away on the lawn, a very real sense of vindication filling his heart. After an hour Alex grew tired of watching the honky labor on the lawn and went back inside the house to continue his day, periodically coming out to check on the cracker's progress.  It took toby over six hours to tend the front of the house with the hand tools and the little push mower he found in the garage.  When he was finished toby was exhausted, sopping with sweat, covered in dirt and grass clippings.  Toby stank of honky odor and he sported a sunburn on most of his naked body.  Alex  hosed toby off and commanded him to drip dry on the porch before he would allow the honky back inside the house.   It wasn't until a couple days AFTER the honky had finished the very large front yard, that Alex found a large riding mower in a shed out back.  Too bad for toby, but the exercise was good for him. Alex thought.  He might just forbid the honky to use the riding mower.
  
 Now, with toby's daily tending, the front lawn had a beautiful, well manicured appearance.  Alex noted that from the spacious front porch, it looked like a sea of dark green punctuated by hundred year old oak trees.  Between two of these beautiful old trees hung an old fashioned hammock.  This is where Alex had come to like having his lemonade.

 The back of the house was a beautiful garden, once toby had cleared away all of the weeds.  Upon reading more of toby's file, Alex discovered that, as a kid, the honky had worked a number of summers for a landscaping company to make extra money.  Those skills came in very handy now.  The centerpiece of this backyard garden (which was almost twice the size of the front yard) was a spectacular three leveled swimming pool, with little waterfalls cascading over sculpted natural stone.  It was really a sight to behold.  Or at least it should have been a sight to behold, after months not having been maintained, the pool's water was murky and thick with clumps of algae and dead leaves and all manner of aquatic insect had decided to make the pool their new homestead.  As luck would have it, toby knew nothing about pool cleaning.  The honky stood at the edge of the pool, a horrified look on it's face.  Alex had to laugh when the honky attempted to make it known that he didn't know how to fix the pool's problems.  The cracker stuttered and stammered, trying to avoid words like 'i can't' and 'no'.  Clearly the honky was desperate to escape another beating for not performing to Alex's rightfully high standards.  His master remedied that quite easily with a book borrowed from the University library.  Alex had tossed the oversized aqua marine and orange book at toby and said "Here's what u need honky, I expect that pool to be ready by this week end."  Alex added as if an afterthought.  "I'm gonna take a dip... in my new pool."

 The white family, the Oswalds, who had previously occupied Alex's home had been gathered up and taken rather quickly and of course they had not been allowed to take any of their belongings so the contents of the house were, apparently, just as they had left them.  Alex knew it was a whole family, not only because of the decorations, paint colors and bedding styles of each room, but also because of the family photos that littered seemingly every inch of the house.   Alex took great pleasure in going through everything they had owned. As expected, none of Harold Oswald's clothes were anywhere near Alex's size, but the quick sale of some of his wife's diamonds, provided Alex with a very nice wardrobe. Alex sorted into piles what he intended to keep.  The 'keep' piles contained things Alex wanted for his own use or things he figured would be worth selling.  The rest Alex simply discarded.  The majority of the Oswald's possessions were tossed into a dumpster, mostly personal, sentimental items, papers and photos.  There was ,of course, an immense amount of what Alex could find no other descriptive word for other than 'junk'.  Alex was also seriously considering having a decorator come in to completely purge the aftertaste of 'the Oswalds' from his home.

 Alex had never really liked college.  In fact, the only reason he had gone in the first place was because that was what Nana had wanted for him.  So instead of trying to get a college degree, now, he opted for the new government career training center.  He learned that with the rebirth of slavery, there would be more than a few government agencies created in order to make sure that everything ran smoothly.  These agencies would be very well funded and they would need people to run them.  Alex, read that one of these agencies would be called the "Wealth Distribution Agency".  The removal of the white man from society had left many openings in the job market, it also left the white man's money to fill government coffers.  The people responsible for this whole "power shift" had envisioned a model society...a utopia as it were.  They knew that the superior Black Race could do an infinitely better job at providing a quality life for it's citizens.  The wealth confiscated from whitey would go a long way toward reaching that goal.  Of course the new leaders were realists and they knew it would still not be easy or quickly done.  They knew the actual realization of this dream was still many, many years off.  But, Alex comprehended almost immediately, that the Wealth Distribution Agency, would be at the forefront of this endeavor and that's where he wanted to be.
 
 Now, after only four weeks of intensive training, Alex had taken his place as a local distribution agent.  It was his job, to pour over deeds and maps to decide what confiscated properties were  available, and also to help decide who to put with each property.  He decided that the way he and many like him had been chosen for the training program was not the most efficient way to go about it.  Alex decided to use a needs-based model.  One of the things that the government was most concerned with was the ghetto.  Alex compiled a list of single mothers from his old neighborhood.  Then he selected from this list the mothers who were not able to work for one reason or another.  These mothers along with their children were then placed onto a large farming complex outside the city.  There they would live a basically communal existence.  It reminded Alex of the tribal life that many Africans had lived before the intrusion of the white man.  Of course these women and their families were well taken care of, their community, their village, if you will, wanted for nothing and enjoyed every modern convenience.  They were even given a good number of neutered honkys to serve them.  The first test of this style of community was conducted over a six month period.  It went so well that not only was it extended but it was adopted by other cities.

 Alex's boss was so impressed by his foresight and vision to say nothing of his initiative, that Alex was given a promotion and a substantial raise.  Of course Alex enjoyed all of the honors and praise and the added benefits that went along with his promotion, but his true joy came when he saw his old neighborhood being razed to make room for farmland. 

 Now, five years since the mass distribution of slaves, Alex could definitely see a change in his beloved city.  Everything was cleaner somehow.  Even the air smelled cleaner, due, no doubt, to the fact that many of the factories that had churned out air pollution were shut down.  The significant reduction in population simply rendered many of these factories redundant.  Alex was very proud of what his people had accomplished in such a short time.  Alex took the most personal pride, however, in the fact that there was no homelessness. In fact, it seemed that old dirty street people had been replaced by naked honkys waiting for their Black Masters to come out of one store or another, squatting silently next to shop doors that had clearly posted signs on their smudge-less glass windows reading 'no honky allowed'.  Other honkys, wearing the now familiar orange rubberized collars of state owned honkys, picking up litter and sweeping sidewalks, the reflective band running through the middle of their collars periodically catching the light and glowing like electric moonlight.  The New Government had taken great pains to insure that Black People got used to treating whitey exactly like what he was, the scum of the earth.

 The new, duly elected, Black President of the United States appeared on television one evening.  He was sitting, not in the oval office, but fireside, in a very comfortable leather wing-backed chair. The fire popped and cracked and threw dancing yellow light into the room.   At the Presidents feet, crouched the former white president, naked, collared, and on his knees. This image was seared into the mind's of the American people.  The president was a commanding figure with deep set eyes as dark as the night, his proud, broad nose, prominent lips and blue-black skin.  He spoke in a deep baritone voice and addressed his people.  He told the people that it was high time that a change had come.  "The white man had his time, and he made a mess of the entire world.  Now it is time for the Black Man to take his rightful leadership role."  The President stated straightforwardly. 

 "Other countries, with help from the US, have been making similar changes."  The President continued.  "We, in the USA, are simply at the forefront.  For years Black leaders the world over, have been secretly trained."  The president paused for a beat to emphasize his next statement. "Trained to take their god given right, when the time came, as rulers and sovereigns over what has historically been considered white countries.  Countries that are governed and populated by other non- Black races have naturally been unaffected.  Countries such as China, Japan, Mexico, Brazil, and others like them will continue to remain autonomous and will of course maintain their own sovereignty, governing themselves as they see fit."  The President allowed his forehead to crease and he took a measured breath.  "But countries such as Great Britain, Russia, The European Union will see much change in the following months.  Wherever a honky now holds an illegitimate office of power, soon Black men and women will govern, and these lands will be under their control"  The president folded his hands together and explained.  "It is a genetic flaw in all honkys that makes it possible."  The President went on, explaining the basic function of the chip and it's implementation and the genetic inferiority of the white race.

 "The takeover is happening right now, even as I speak with you tonight, it is underway."  As the president spoke, he absentmindedly rubbed the salt and pepper crop of stubble that was the remains of the former president's thick head of hair.  The President stroked his honky's head and introduced the country to his new pet . His pet that he had named "potus", an abbreviation of President of the United States.  The President went on to express the importance of firmly and unalterably defining the honky's new nature and status.  He explained that future generations of honkies would likely not be chipped.  "It will be vital that they grow up knowing nothing but their non-human status."  The president stated.  To help ensure this future tranquility, the president announced that ALL animal labor would be outlawed for the foreseeable future.  This law would be implemented gradually of course to allow the population to get used to it.  But soon, there would be no work horses, but work honkies.  No pack mules, instead, pack peckerwoods.  "And just as I have potus here" The president looked affectionately down at his predecessor and continued. "You too will have pet honkies fetching sticks in the park for your entertainment."

 All of the President's predictions were coming true before Alex's very eyes.  In fact, Alex was prospering, as was the country.  He had even bought a couple more honkies for himself from a private dealer.  These were slaves that would, in the future, serve a very specific purpose.  All perfectly legal of course, they were just honkies after all, and what a Black man chose to do with or to his property was his decision and his alone  Alex, like all Black Men, had completely accepted this new society and the honky's place in it.  They were in fact finding all sorts of uses and purposes for honkys.  The demand for top quality slaves was opening up vast new sectors of industry and trade while simultaneously amassing great wealth for the nation.  As for his new property, Alex was eager to get started, the world had opened up to him and with the world, new ideas and desires had blossomed and these two honkys would be instrumental in helping Alex realize some of his more...extreme fantasies.  But those thoughts were best put aside for later, right now, he was taking toby to the vet, for his annual vaccinations.