My Sputnik knows what you do in the dark

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I hope this image makes you uncomfortable.

America received a package from Moscow.

He carefully set it on the desk and began walking around it, leaning in, keeling down, giving it a little tap or poke or slap to test the waters, inspecting it every which way with utmost scrutiny.

When he was sure it wasn’t going to kill him, he decided to open it.

Inside was an envelope. Inside that envelope was an album. The Police’s Synchronicity.

“What the hell…?” America stared at it for a while, turning it over again and again as if he were expecting to find some code or secret marking.  “Huh… This is unlike you, Russia.”

A tad weary, though mostly surprised, he set the record off to the side and continued on with his day.

Later that night he decided he needed a musical pick-me-up because writings letters to allies about Reaganomics was kind of a drag. Russia’s gift was the obvious choice. He placed the vinyl on the turntable, moved the needle, and let the machine do the rest.

“Every Breath You Take” began to play. Weird. That was definitely not supposed to be the first song on the album. Maybe he’d accidentally had the record on the wrong side.He double-checked. Nope, it was definitely playing the A-side. Maybe the label was a misprint. America tried not to think much of it as he headed back to his desk.

Eventually, the song came to a satisfying end as the guitars and vocals slowly faded.

And then picked back up again.

Every breath you take

Every move you make

America froze.

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I’ll be watching you

His heart began to race as he stared at that damned record player.

Maybe the deck was faulty. Had it broken since the last use? Cautiously, he crept over to the payer and lifted the needle. Then he moved it from its original place, knowing for sure that this must cause a new track to play.

Every single day and every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I’ll be watching you

America felt a chill through his entire body. A cold sweat followed, causing his suit to stick to his skin.

Maybe the record was just skipping. It made no sense, but that had to be it. Wetting his lips nervously, he moved to a new groove yet again.

Every move you make

Every vow you break

An excited heartbeat pounded in his head. His chest heaved with each hurried breath. With a shaking hand he hurriedly flipped the record. This would fix it. It had to.

Oh can’t you see you belong to me?

How my poor heart aches with every step you take

He screamed.

Grabbing the vinyl, he ran to the window and chucked the mother fucker as far as he could.

Author: Allison Black

Allison is an author, nerd, and international relations major who loves bad political jokes. When she's not writing or gushing about global affairs, she's playing video games. One day she will have a Ph.D., speak Korean fluently, and command an army of chihuahuas.

7 thoughts on “My Sputnik knows what you do in the dark”

  1. I love this idea! What a unique concept for a blog 😀 You’ve actually managed to pique the interest of someone who has no clue about politics or international relations 🙂 I’m going to be back to read some more of your past work.

    P.S. Your sign up widget in the sidebar reads ‘alters’ instead of ‘alerts’?

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    1. Oh, that was… totally intentional. Yeah, yeah. Free alters to everyone who followes; allow me to supply your spiritual needs.
      The fact that I’ve sparked your interest in politics makes me really glad. Happy reading, and thanks for stopping by!

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