Мы оставили Дуэйна в тот момент когда его душа старательно копалась в памяти адмирала Шермана, выискивая в ней сведения о загадочных людях, через которых таинственный враг человечества пытался вступать с ним в контакт. Профессор Циолковский, без сомнения, был таким контактёром ибо он за десять дней до Пандемии предсказал дату её начала и масштаб её жертв.
Дуэйн усердно рылся в адмиральской памяти, пытаясь найти сведения о других известных контактёрах, как вдруг его неожиданно отвлекли от этого занятия:
— Heya, Jeremiah! What are you doing in that file room?
— Long time no see, Tecumseh! I am looking for contactees info. I've just finished reading professor Tsyolkovski's file. Too bad he vanished in Russia. Do you know any others?
— Oh, shit, man! You can't do that! I mean, it's classified, dude! You need top clearance to get to that shit!
— Top clearance my ass! Come on, brother! Clearance can be only granted to a person, which has able body and other shit… like an ID for example. Do I look like a fucking «person»? I am a pure soul, immaterial, fucking invisible! You can't count me as a person without my black ass, and my black ass is far, far away!
— Ok, keep talking.
— Yeah… I am sitting inside the same piece of white shit where you are, called what? Admiral fuckin' Sherman, right? And that big white boy already has top clearance. The only difference is, you run admiral's body and I run a dick! So there! C'mon, man, tell me what' chew know! Level with me, otay?
— Okay, dude. Let me think… Well… How about tit for tat? I fill you with the contactee intel and you run a dick, as you said?
— Me run a dick? What do you mean, brother?
— I mean, what you just said: if you run a dick, you run a dick! Admiral Sherman's white dick. I mean, you gotta run mister Pecker! You already tried it once and you did real good!
— And what should I do exactly?
— Not too much! You pee, you screw women and you talk to admiral from time to time so that he does not feel so lonely.
— I hope he's not gay. Cause I've no intention to drive his dick into some hot guy's hairy butt hole.
— You gotta be kidding me! That's… um… that's prejudice, man! Especially as a black man's soul, as you positioned yourself, you need to know very well what prejudice is. You ought to be diverse! But no, admiral's not gay.
— If you say so, bro. I mean, if he's into sucking dicks and not into cornholing men's asses, it's your problem «cause I ain't sign up for driving his mouth. You asked me to drive his dick, and the dick it is, nothing else!