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VOODOO COMPUTER HEALER

By Jerry J. Davis

(c) 1997 by Jerry J. Davis
Previously Accepted for Publication by Zone 9 Magazine

I consider myself lucky that I discovered everything I knew
about life and the physical universe was wrong. Lucky not only
because of the discovery, but also because I was young when the
revelation occurred. Had I been older I would have rejected it as
nonsense.
Music, attitude, and your point of view can change things
beyond belief. An energy, a positive force, can be generated.
Magic can be done.
Listen to this!
There was a computer store in Cameron Cove, California ---
part of a major chain --- that had a golden year. It became a sort
of Camelot. Through the random processes of physics, the right
elements just happened to fall in place at the right time.
Remember, given enough time the unlikely will occur.
At the time I was hired, there were four others working
there:
Janet, the receptionist --- a bright, cheerful mother who's
kids had grown old enough for her to go back to work. That she
needed the extra money was beside the point . . . she wanted to go
back to work, she was happy about it.
There was Nick, the manager --- an optimistic ex-used car
salesman from New Jersey. He was a friendly, generous person.
Easy-going. Definitely not the management type.
There was also Bob, a slick, go-for-the-throat salesman with
the remarkable ability of not being sleazy. He was just doing it
to work his way through college. It wasn't his life, so he wasn't
bitter about it.
Now Steve, he could have been my brother. We even looked
alike. Same hair, same beard, except that he had brown hair and I
have red. He was a salesman too, but he was the nice-guy type who
relied on the customers who liked to do business with him.
Now here were the elements: Janet, Nick, Bob and Steve. And
myself. And music.
It started with the music. Nick liked music, and we always
had the stereo pumping the B-52's or the Talking Heads through the
store's sound system. Living, jumping music, full of positive
energy.
Janet had never really heard these groups before, and she
would smile when we played them. "I like this!" she'd say. "Who is
this?" She said this all the time, with each new group we
introduced to the store.
When I first came to work there was a mountain of dead
computers to fix, a really bad back load of work left over from my