all the news that's fit to print

 all the news that's fit to print

fiction

edward w pritchard

Everybody at some time in their life finds themselves working in some kind of a job to support themselves. In my case I sit in a very small space capsule traveling very fast at the edge of the solar system and transmit the stock market action across the universe as far as humans have settled to investors millions and millions of miles from home. What I do is routine but of great importance because I am the last link in the mother economy stretching from earth to the next galaxy. Still sometimes I get exasperated being involved with persons obsessed so much with money and I sometimes get in trouble for the  sarcasm that I sneak into my financial reports

As example during the worse crash in the stock indexes in twenty years I began to sing during my broadcast the Kinks song " celluloid heroes" between my commentary on the DJ Industrial 11% fall this morning.

I remember myself singing " everybody's  a dreamer, everybody's a star, and everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter where you are". I like to think that the writer of the song Ray Davies of the Kinks would smile if he could hear me now. Of course broadcasts traveling back to earth on financial matters are forbidden  for a 30 day period as everyone knows. So it will take  about five weeks for my boss to reprimand me for my disobedience.