Ashton Clark had no idea
where the box came from or who had sent it. All he knew was that when he
returned from work that fateful Friday there was a large package with no return
address. No invoice. Only the label “fragile Energy Club.”
What could it be, he
wondered? What was a fragile energy club? Was it an energy club like out of
some sci-fi movie, a baton crackling with electric arcs? Surely high tech like
that must be breakable. Fragile might be a warning to the shippers. But that
didn’t make sense. Clubs were made to be pounded against things, and hard too!
So fragile must be a descriptor. Whoever it was presumably made sturdy energy
clubs, and he just happened to receive their low budget fragile model. Of
course, that didn’t make much sense either. Why make a fragile club at all?
For weeks he agonized over
the meaning while waiting for someone to claim this mysterious package, or
perhaps explain it to him, for he was too afraid to open this box and possibly
be blasted by any fragile energy that may have been broken in transit.
Finally, his curiosity grew
too much to bear and he opened the box. Inside, he found Al Gore and Elon Musk
sitting comfortably, discussing the fragile nature of a system built on
non-renewable energy resources and the need for the people of Earth to unite and
develop alternative sustainable, renewable sources of energy.
Ashton was astounded, not
only that this small club of renewable energy advocates could have been inside
the box, but they had been in there for over a month without any sign of food.
That’s when he noticed the human skeleton. Seeing the look of horror on his
face, Al Gore spoke. “I know what this looks like, but you can relax,” he said.
“We cooked him on a solar stove.”
- Originally mailed to E.S. in Mississippi
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