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by Robert Rankin


  ‘NO!’ cried GO MANGO as the floor shook beneath him. ‘THIS IS BLASPHEMY. I AM THE GOD OF THIS WORLD. I AM WE. WE CONTROL ALL.’

  ‘Control this, thou loser,’ said Big Bob, smashing his great fist into GO MANGO’s chest, fracturing circuitry boards and mangling microchips.

  ‘NO!’ cried GO MANGO, falling back and clutching at himself.

  ‘I am not done with thee yet.’ Big Bob leapt upon his enemy, ripping and tearing, destroying and destroying.

  And fire swam up through corridors and lift shafts and windows fractured and sections of floor fell away.

  Big Bob put the boot in. He kicked and he stamped and he ground and he mangled.

  ‘NO!’ cried GO MANGO. ‘NO NO NO N N N N N N…’

  Flames licked up through floor tiles, catching here and there amongst the broken pews. A great hole yawned in the centre of the floor. Flames leapt through it. Burning like the fires of Hell.

  ‘From the pit thou comest,’ said Big Bob, dragging GO MANGO across the shuddering floor. ‘And to the pit thou shalst return.’ And he lifted the remains of the simulated Derek. The virus that played man as a game. The rogue program that would be God. He lifted It above his head and cast It down into the flames infernal.

  Thunder and lightning. A sudden change in the weather? For a moment it seemed that the sun had gone dark. Derek, sheltering beneath the Cadillac, peeped up at the troubled sky. He couldn’t see a lot of it. Not between the feet of the plucky Brentonians, who were now kicking seven bells of oblivion out of Mr Speedy and Mr Shadow and Mr Pokey and any Mute Corp lackeys who hadn’t as yet fled the scene. But then there was silence.

  Suddenly silence.

  And Derek stared up.

  Folk had stopped their fighting now. They were gasping and pointing. Derek climbed out from his cover.

  Something was happening.

  Something somewhat odd.

  ‘It’s all going,’ someone cried.

  ‘And they’re returning,’ cried another.

  Derek stood and stared along with the rest.

  Something was happening.

  ‘The colours,’ said someone else. And it was true. The colours were changing. The newly painted colours. They were fading from the roads and the brickwork and the doors and the window frames. Dissolving, vanishing away. Brentford as those who lived there knew it and loved it was returning to itself.

  And not just Brentford.

  But those who had vanished.

  Those who had been taken in The Rapture.

  They were reappearing, stumbling and staggering. And loved ones fell into the arms of loved ones and brother met brother again and sister met sister and mother met son.

  ‘Somehow I know that this was all your fault,’ said a lady in a straw hat, smiting her son Malkuth on the head.

  ‘You can see us again. We’re back.’ Periwig Tombs stood blinking and rubbing at his eyes. ‘Where’s my wife?’ he asked.

  ‘I’m here, Periwig dear,’ called a bare naked lady from inside a Prime Ministerial shoe.

  It was a miracle.

  That was for sure.

  It was joy, joy, happy joy.

  Happy Happy Joy.

  ‘It’s over.’ Ellie raised her head from beneath some fallen rubble. She was unhurt, but tears were in her eyes. ‘It’s over,’ she said once more. ‘But you died saving me.’

  ‘Thou speakest of me?’ said the voice of Big Bob. ‘Thou speakest then an untruth, thinkest I. I’m very fast coming down stairs. I am a tour guide after all. Thou knowest how it is, people who slip off without paying.’

  Big Bob helped Ellie up from the rubble. ‘Best we board the charabanc,’ he told her, taking off his big jacket and placing it around her shoulders. ‘The Evil One is no more and the emergency services draw near. Questions will undoubtedly be asked. We shouldst not be here to answer them.’

  ‘All aboard then,’ cried Old Pete. ‘All aboard for Brentford.’

  Derek was very pleased to see Ellie again. He didn’t waste a lot of time, but proposed to her at once.

  Ellie politely declined the offer. She told him that he was a very nice boy and that they could still be friends and that as soon as he got out of prison, having served his time for attacking the Prime Minister, she’d be pleased to play him at IMPOSSIBLE MISSION, if he could now bring himself to open up the box.

  Derek agreed. And as soon as he was finally released, an older and wiser man, who referred to himself as ‘I’m the daddy now’, they had a game. It wasn’t the stalemate version after all but it was still a goody.

  Then they had two games.

  Then they had three.

  Ellie let him win them all. She somehow felt that he deserved it.

  ‘You’re not quite as good at playing computer games as you thought you were,’ said Derek, doing a Mexican wave all by himself.

  Ellie smiled. ‘You’ll never know, Derek,’ she said. ‘You’ll never know.’

  Joy, Joy, Happy Joy.

  Happy, Happy Joy.

  A big fat smiley sun beamed down upon the borough known as Brentford. Sparrows chorused in the ancient oaks. Flowers in their well-tended beds prettified the memorial park. A tomcat slept upon the window sill of the Flying Swan and Mr Melchizedec placed two pints of the finest gold-top on the step.

  All was ever as it had been and hopefully ever as it would be. For there was a magic here. A magic that kept the borough unchanged and unchanging.

  Just the way it had been and the way it always would be

  It was joy, joy happy joy.

  Happy, happy joy.

  And this was

  THE HAPPY ENDING

  Also by

  ROBERT RANKIN

  The Antipope

  The Brentford Triangle

  East of Ealing

  The Sprouts of Wrath

  Armageddon: The Musical

  They Came and Ate Us

  The Suburban Book of the Dead

  The Book of Ultimate Truths

  Raiders of the Lost Car Park

  The Greatest Show Off Earth

  The Most Amazing Man Who Ever Lived

  The Garden of Unearthly Delights

  A Dog Called Demolition

  Nostradamus Ate My Hamster

  Sprout Mask Replica

  The Brentford Chainstore Massacre

  The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag

  Apocalypso

  Snuff Fiction

  Sex and Drugs and Sausage Rolls

  Waiting for Godalming

  Web Site Story

  The Fandom of the Operator

  The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse

  The Witches of Chiswick

  Knees Up Mother Earth

  The Brightonomicon

  The Toyminator

  The Da-da-de-da-da Code

  Necrophenia

  Retromancer

  The Japanese Devil Fish Girl and Other Unnatural Attractions

  The Mechanical Messiah and Other Marvels of the Modern Age

  The Educated Ape and Other Wonders of the Worlds

  Illustrated works:

  The Bumper Book of Ficts written by Neil Gardner

  EMPIRES

  E-book edition cover illustration by Robert Rankin

  Additional editing and art direction, love and laughter, sushi and Champagne

  But rarely a surf and turf: Rachel Hayward

  Hard hard work, above and beyond the call of duty

  My thanks forever to: Robert Rankin jnr.

  Table of Contents

  BRENTFORD AND BEYOND

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  CHAPTER: THE LAST

 

 

 


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