Relations: McEmpire (online version)
Johnathan O'Sullivan 
Johnathan chortled with joy
as his new Ford Spider zipped around the staircase toward the top
floor of the Hannity Housing complex. He passed under a filthy sign
that had once said Floor 12. It was too dirty to make out the letters
and even if it had been clean it would have done him very little
good. Many years had passed since kids had been taught to read.
He knew that he was on the right floor because he recognized
the picture of the man with the black beard on the door of the first
apartment. He pushed his Spider down the corridor as fast as it would
go and then giggled as he came to an abrupt stop and the change in
inertia pushed him forward. He eased the controller toward himself a
little and the Spider crept backward a few steps. He reached up with
his chubby little fist to knock on the door of the apartment with the
picture of Mary's mom on the door.
A dirty-faced little girl answered the door. She adopted an air of
superiority the moment that she recognized Johnathan.
"Can I watch your tv?" he wheezed.
"I guess so," she replied with a sigh. She wished other kids in the
laboring class wanted to watch tv with her, but they had their own tv
and rarely left their apartments. Johnathan was on the other side of
the door almost every time there was a knock, yet she still had a
sense of disappointment every time she opened the door and found it
Johnathan was a year younger and he was oblivious to Mary's mild
disdain --and Mary herself for that matter. All he cared about was
getting in front of the telescreen and losing himself in the
Technicolor panorama of commercials and five to ten minute
adventures --which were basically also commercials. Or maybe he
wasn't quite oblivious. Maybe he just realized, even at his young
age, that as the son of unemployeds he deserved no better.