Redoine and Rocket were
twins. Although Rocket, the younger by five minutes, had enjoyed an unmisspent
adolescence, his brother, Redoine, contrariwise, had squandered those same
years.
Even among his likeminded
associates, Redoine was notorious for his mismatched socks, untucked shirts,
mangled hair styles, and bad breath. His look, however, was no fashion
statement, no declaration of belligerence, and no assertion of toughness;
Redoine, simply, was sloppy. Thus, it wasnt so much the blowsy girl with
whom Redoine spent long hours or the out-of-kilter way in which Redoine
managed, or, more exactly, failed to manage, his studies (after all, many young
men require three attempts to pass Algebra I), but the mess that he made,
daily, in his and his brothers bedroom that foretold him morphing into a
full-fledged reprobate.
In the space that he shared
with Rocket, Redoine forsook: congealed ramen noodles, fetid laundry, which
reeked of mildew and of locker rooms, random, multi-legged, extremely dead
subjects of misguided science experiments (math was not the only course that
tripped him up), and other higgledy-piggledy artifacts. Nevertheless, his
tendency to borrow his siblings well kept things was the
problem. More accurately, beyond stealing Rockets polo shirts, allowance,
homework answers, and girlie magazines, Redoine regularly nicked Rockets
smartphone.
To Rocket, a handheld
personal computer, complete with touchscreen and Bluetooth capability, was an
access to the sorts of ideas that his Calculus BC teacher, Mr. Flasey, and his
AP Chemistry teacher, Ms. Turshen, discouraged him from sharing during class.
By dint of his mobile operating system, Rocket, whose given name was actually
Rodney Timothy, could access: Nautilus, which was supported by the
Glenn Foundation for Medical Research; Quanta, which drew other deep
thinkers to its chat pages; Undark, which spoke to geeks in their
native language; and Science News, which was as accessible to
science enthusiasts as it was to authentic scholars.
As of late, Rocket had
glommed to webpages about CMB, cosmic magnetic background, i.e. electromagnetic
radiation, which, theoretically, was left over from an primitive stage of the
universes evolution. Delving into ideas about CMB titillated him more
than did his cheesy images of women, yet Rocket kept his explorations of
intergalactic radiation as secret as his stash of lifestyle and
entertainment magazines - his parents, who were theologists, would have
demanded that he surrender both. In the end, anyway, he lost his web
browser/video game player/flashlight/clock/audio
recorder/magnetometer.
Rockets appointment
scheduler/address book/atlas/notepad got confiscated because Redoine had been
pointing its flashlight near the familys kitten. Mom, who misunderstood,
had supposed that Redoine was lasering their helpless baby feline. That: the
device in question belonged to Rocket, the kitten was having harmless fun, and
Redoine ought not to have possessed his brothers goods, were lost upon
Mom.
Fortunately, Mom was as
able to access that smartphones apps as she was to cook roast without
burning it (theirs was a family whose dinners were a roulette of takeout
offerings.) She never learned what Rocket was researching.
Afterwards, Rocket, who
ordinarily was a forbearing lad, became fierier than a heightened black body
spectrum, more dynamic than the microwave range of photon energy, and more
irregular than the anisotropies of distant galaxies. Namely, he
combusted.
That night, when Redoine
was sleeping, one arm dangling uncovered over his bed, Rocket took a real
carbon dioxide laser, which he had purchased on Amazon to remove a few of
his bothersome freckles before senior picture day, and engraved a lemniscate on
his brothers arm. Reddish burn marks evidenced where the trail of
electromagnetic radiation had passed.
Redoine screamed.
Rocket smiled. Even without
his smartphone, hed find means to study radiations frequencies.
Unfortunately, His and
Redoines parents were adverse to sparing the rod and spoiling the
child. In short time, Mom and Dad had Rocket on antipsychotics. They
shipped him to a locked facility, too.
With Rocket away, Redoine
invested in play. His pile of soiled laundry grew deeper; the sale of
Rockets stamp collection, which Redoine had seized to facilitate his
purchase of new tighty whities, meant he could skip bothersome laundry chores.
Also, small rodents corpses soon joined the bodies of bugs left over from
Redoines earlier biology investigations. To boot, Redoine failed
Algebra I, again. Nonetheless, he graduated because he had been willing to
drive the principals daughter, whom he had impregnated, to a nonprofit,
out-of-state medical facility.
Time passed. When the twins
reached legal majority, Rocket signed himself out of the hospital AMA. Although
pickled from his medications, Rocket quickly located his brother at a
community, multi-residence, assisted living unit. Redoine was mopping the
floor.
Redoines close call
with paternity had impacted him. Whereas, to no ones surprise, he did not
enroll in a community college or in a trade school, he did become an orderly at
the local old age home. Mostly, Redoine was relied upon to help restrain
combative elders. Even so, he had gained a reputation for carefully moving
patients around the facilitys grounds.
While Mom and Dad deemed
that their elder son had had an epiphany. Redoine, though, knew that he wanted
to be: recast as a hero, in relationship with his former principals wild
child, and reliant on birth control.
When Rocket espied his
lookalike, that twin was dipping a mop into a bucket of sudsy water.
Redoines arm still bore the Emblem of Gerono. Then again, surrounding
Redoine were smiling elders. That cadre, which had parked its electric
wheelchairs at a proper spectators distance, indeed, had already crowned
his brother.
Saying nothing, Rocket left
the building.
Its believed that
Rocket: took up with members of a special motorcycle club, all of whom worked
in astrophysics, was slotted as their staff assistance despite his lack of a
high school diploma, and suffered a cruel fate given a mechanical error, not a
cosmic mistake. All thats known about Redoine is: he eventually earned a
degree as a Certified Nursing Assistant, and he married the principals
daughter, who remained a drummer in a grunge band.