The economy collapsed. A banker finds himself on hard times after getting kicked out on the street. The collapse rendered his fiat currency worthless, but it was all he knew. He lugged it with him everywhere. No one would take it, but he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. He did manage to make a deal with the local trans-human clinic. They would not take his useless money, but did agree to do reconstructive work on his head and face in exchange for being a guinea pig for a new neuro-stint procedure. He had been mugged and beaten badly by some street thugs who took his socks, and threw his money at him after kicking in his head. He's not sure exactly what they did inside his head at the clinic, but his right eye won't stop twitching. It's rhythmic contractions seem to be saying something. “It's Morse Code.” ... - - - ... - - - ... - - -. “Oh my God, its S.O.S.!” "Why is it saying this to me?", he asked himself. "My God, my face is talking to me!!! "Why?" "Where is the message really from?" "Is my mind telling me something is wrong?" “Is it a dream?” “Am I asleep?” “Dammit! Am I asleep?” He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, whispering as he exhales, “Oh shit.”
”Never mind the twitching.”, a voice whispers inside his head. “It’s of no consequence.” “You have work to do, and the twitching will fade as your flesh grafts further to your stint.” “Who is that?” “Are you in my head?” “Am I crazy?” “Oh, dear God I’m crazy.” “Freaking loony tunes.” “Over the rainbow, toys in the attic!!!” “Oh shit” “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” “Oh my God, I’m talking out loud.” “People are looking at me.” “Calm.” “Stay calm.”
"Go peddle your cash to the two headed snake", said the voice. "No one will take my money", said the banker. "The two-headed snake will take it", the voice replied. "You tried pushing your money onto the everyday man in the streets. Such common men know it's of no value." "But the politician, that's entirely different." "Such pretentious and arrogant men are the dullards among us." "The worst of us all." They are precisely stupid enough to accept it." "But you must be quick." "Even they will catch on soon." "There is a recorder in your back pocket", said the voice. "Where the freak did that come from?", the banker asked with a surprised look. "That is of no consequence." "Play the recorder as you approach the two-headed snake." "They will not be able to refuse the music." "When dollar signs begin to glow within their eyes, pull out the contract in your other back pocket." "Shhhhhh... Its of no consequence." "Have the right head sign the contract before the dollar signs fade." "If the left head begins coming around, he will warn the right head." "Cut off the left head." "Do not worry, as long as there are dollar signs in the eyes of the right head, it will not even know what is going on around it.
The economy collapsed. A banker finds himself on hard times after getting kicked out on the street. The collapse rendered his fiat currency worthless, but it was all he knew. He lugged it with him everywhere. No one would take it, but he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. He did manage to make a deal with the local trans-human clinic. They would not take his useless money, but did agree to do reconstructive work on his head and face in exchange for being a guinea pig for a new neuro-stint procedure. He had been mugged and beaten badly by some street thugs who took his socks, and threw his money at him after kicking in his head. He's not sure exactly what they did inside his head at the clinic, but his right eye won't stop twitching. It's rhythmic contractions seem to be saying something. “It's Morse Code.” ... - - - ... - - - ... - - -. “Oh my God, its S.O.S.!” "Why is it saying this to me?", he asked himself. "My God, my face is talking to me!!! "Why?" "Where is the message really from?" "Is my mind telling me something is wrong?" “Is it a dream?” “Am I asleep?” “Dammit! Am I asleep?” He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, whispering as he exhales, “Oh shit.”
ReplyDelete”Never mind the twitching.”, a voice whispers inside his head. “It’s of no consequence.” “You have work to do, and the twitching will fade as your flesh grafts further to your stint.” “Who is that?” “Are you in my head?” “Am I crazy?” “Oh, dear God I’m crazy.” “Freaking loony tunes.” “Over the rainbow, toys in the attic!!!” “Oh shit” “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” “Oh my God, I’m talking out loud.” “People are looking at me.” “Calm.” “Stay calm.”
"Go peddle your cash to the two headed snake", said the voice. "No one will take my money", said the banker. "The two-headed snake will take it", the voice replied. "You tried pushing your money onto the everyday man in the streets. Such common men know it's of no value." "But the politician, that's entirely different." "Such pretentious and arrogant men are the dullards among us." "The worst of us all." They are precisely stupid enough to accept it." "But you must be quick." "Even they will catch on soon." "There is a recorder in your back pocket", said the voice. "Where the freak did that come from?", the banker asked with a surprised look. "That is of no consequence." "Play the recorder as you approach the two-headed snake." "They will not be able to refuse the music." "When dollar signs begin to glow within their eyes, pull out the contract in your other back pocket." "Shhhhhh... Its of no consequence." "Have the right head sign the contract before the dollar signs fade." "If the left head begins coming around, he will warn the right head." "Cut off the left head." "Do not worry, as long as there are dollar signs in the eyes of the right head, it will not even know what is going on around it.
To be continued...