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Finally, he says, “What is the shortest distance between two points?” I look at him in the rearview mirror. “Swordfish.” “Come again?” “It’s a joke from an old movie. What’s the secret password? Swordfish.” “I see. Well, it is not swordfish this time. Would you like to know the answer?” “Sure.” I hit the accelerator. Feel the RPMs rumble from my feet and up into my chest as the Charger tears up the cracked desert road, leaving a gray cloud behind us. The Magistrate takes my Colt and puts one bullet in the chamber. Spins it and slams it shut. Puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. He says, “The answer is death. In nothingness, distance has no meaning.” “But death isn’t nothingness. I’m dead and I’m here now.” He puts the Colt to my head. “Perhaps you are not dead enough.” “I still think ‘swordfish’ is a better answer.” “But you are not the one asking the question.” He pulls the trigger.
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