#joe90

(Stingray,Joe90,The secret service)

It’s smaller than dolls what I made before.

A man who has a fate to encounter with many doppelgängers. he can be the President and also the Lunar Controller…his name is Sam Loover, an agent of WIN.

Somehow Joe time slipped to 2068 and Spectrum protected him.

Joe:Mister,We have met before, haven’t we?

Ochre:No…?(What? he think me as a middle age man…?)

※in the first drawing, Joe said him “Ojisan”in Japanese. It is very casual word which means“Mister” but also means“middle age man” and“uncle”

(In “Three‘s A Crowd(Japanese Ver.)” Joe said Obasan(middle age woman or aunt) about Angela Davis, even she was 25years old. It was impolite but Joe is 9 years old boy…)

Ochre:for younger boy, I seems as a middle age…even I am still 33years old…

Magenta: Hey, you forgot that I am 1 year older than you. What kind of words do you want me to say?(lol)

Gray: I am 2years older than you.(What a peaceful day…)

The boy sat smiling, his face covered in ash but otherwise fine. He’d tell them everything. Oh, the words they had cried. One by one, they all fell behind him. The old lady was the first, caught by surprise and expressing fright, crying out his name. It awoke the adopting father, who found a boy developing in puberty beating and raping the woman. Before he could move, the laughing boy was upon him as well.

‘Big rat, big rat…Shouldn’t have given me the brain of a criminal, I think.’ He was laughing.

‘I always thought…we were in contravention of the Geneva Convention…’ The old man spluttered, ‘Always had my doubts.’

Another hit.

‘Always said, ‘Let’s stop when he begins developing. Puberty might be dangerous’. No, the Americans said it’d be fine whenever. Liked your brain. Probably liked your body.’

He fell.

He sank his teeth into Loover next, throwing him around the dusty basement, with that huge machine in which his brain was distorted and moulded.

‘Always were a little shit…’ Loover gasped.

Where had he changed? His brain, perhaps. Giving him the waves of a convicted murderer had not been the best move, then setting him off destroy an apparent enemy base. 

‘It was full of children, you cunts!’ He blurted. ‘And who said I liked this country? It’s fucking fascist!’

The fire brigade, the police came to investigate the fire. There he sat, waiting for them with a dancing smile.

‘Big rats, gentlemen. Had to put them down.’

A final explosion from the remains of the house. They asked if he worked in anything.

‘I’ve had so many jobs. Too many to list. Mostly I’m a god. I’ve had 90 names, gentlemen.’

He raised a gun to his head.

‘The name of God is Joe.’