An Alternate Spelling Posited by the Triskelion
The class
was restless. The lecture hall was hot
and the students still hadn’t fully recovered from Professor Grantig’s catfish
bait experiment. When the professor
asked them what they thought of Don O’Shea’s suggested change to the spelling
of the word “initiation,” one young man, sitting in the front row and just
stepping into his first beard, snapped, “Who cares?”
Grantig
looked stunned. He was hot too;
unsightly sweat patches had formed under the arms of his shirt. But he was from a generation which heeded not
such things. What mattered was the
English language and its imperceptible evolution. Before he could formulate the appropriately
moderated chiding, however, a three-legged wheel creature burst into the room.
“I smell
catfish bait!” the wheel creature roared, snatching at the shirtsleeves of the
students it passed on its way to the rostrum.
Of course,
not one student realized that the Triskelion, for so the creature was named by
Professor Grantig and his colleagues, was examining them for signs of
hypocrisy. Indeed, even the one or two
among them who realized that some disturbance was underway did not actually see
the Triskelion, rolling on one foot after another. (This makes no sense.) All of them were too busy being further
absorbed by the collective digital world consciousness on display before them
on their phones and laptops. Professor
Grantig welcomed this initiation into the mindset of today’s youth.
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