There's a hiss of escaping air like the world's tiniest sigh and the cryopod opens at the end of the cantilevered walkway. I catch myself as I fall to the faux marble floor, whorls of mica glittering like gold flecks inches from my face. Chandeliers of fake crystal light the cavernous room, which is itself shaped like an egg, or an even larger cryopod. Mahogany panels - or some convincing synthetic - line the walls. I'm in the embrace of a mechanized orange, segments along the wall smooth except for crimson candelabras with flickering electronic candles.
The effect is cheap techno-boudoir, but I am not.
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Showing posts with label science-fiction. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I'll Just Disappear
My
name is Isaiah Lewis, and I was 17 when I first turned invisible. I'm
sure a lot of 17 year olds feel like they're invisible, either to
girls, or guys, or both. (It's a confusing age.) However, I mean
actually invisible, as in unable to be observed, translucent
man, photons need not apply; I was possibly the first brother in
history who could walk out of a Klan meeting with a piece of pie.
Don't
ask me how I can still see without anything bouncing off my retinas.
I didn't have a PhD in Optics back then, and I haven't earned one
since. I have learned enough to know that what I can do is impossible
according to how we currently understand light. Not vision, mind you,
light; I don’t show up in pictures or on video either. It's the
whole deal.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I've Invented a Machine that Shows You How You Will Die
We're going to slide this wire into your frontal lobe, easy peasy, and
after a few moments we'll start to turn the machine up. How does the wire get
in there? A needle, dear - a very sharp, long needle with that wire threading
through it as thin and strong as spider’s silk. The needle is so sharp you won't
even feel a thing. Well, maybe a little pinch.
There's a minimum of blood, since your brain doesn't bleed. Did you know that? Oh, it's full of blood alright, but it won't come pouring out. The brain is greedy, and precious. You'll be fine.
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There's a minimum of blood, since your brain doesn't bleed. Did you know that? Oh, it's full of blood alright, but it won't come pouring out. The brain is greedy, and precious. You'll be fine.
To read the rest, go to this page.
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