Mercury 21
Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 12:00 amYou could be wrong, but a little voice inside of your head seems to tell you that this is not, perhaps, the best of days that you have ever had. Sure, it started well enough, with all the usual things--the sun, for instance, rose this the morning, which is something that you have always found reassuring.
You had a fairly pleasant breakfast, and proceeded, without unusual difficulty, to work. It's was tough commute, but it always is, up to the Heights. After that, you settled into your job--the Doctor was out today, so things were a fairly light load, even if the Machine was being cranky, (as it usually was, without its master to sate it). Still though, it was a rather pleasant day up through that point.
Yes...Everything was going fine, actually. Until lunch, that is.
Thing was...well...you decided to go out and eat a lunch from a shop just down the hill. That's when things
started to go all sour, like something having the acid taste or smell of, or as if of
fermentation.
Or...like spoilt milk.
First of all--horror of horrors--you stepped on a piece of gum. With your nice shoes, too, You scraped it off on the cement, but boy did that irk you.
Next..even worse--the line at the sandwich shop was twice as long as normal! Your stomach hungered much in that line. And then--even after that, when you received it, and were walking back to the lab, you notice that they forgot the marzipan! That was half the reason that you even went out there, why you had half a mind to charge right back there, and--
At this point, you lost your train of thought for a moment, as you noticed the pitchfork that had slammed entirely unexpected and uninvited through the back of your skull. That's kind of what tipped it over for you, from a 'good' day to a 'bad' one. Maybe you were just being too sensitive.
The odd thing is...you seemed to still be standing.
It's not your field of research really, but you always had had the vague notion that when people had pointy metal objects jammed through there skulls, they generally would fall over, and commence with the whole dying bit.
What to do...?
You had a fairly pleasant breakfast, and proceeded, without unusual difficulty, to work. It's was tough commute, but it always is, up to the Heights. After that, you settled into your job--the Doctor was out today, so things were a fairly light load, even if the Machine was being cranky, (as it usually was, without its master to sate it). Still though, it was a rather pleasant day up through that point.
Yes...Everything was going fine, actually. Until lunch, that is.
Thing was...well...you decided to go out and eat a lunch from a shop just down the hill. That's when things
started to go all sour, like something having the acid taste or smell of, or as if of
fermentation.
Or...like spoilt milk.
First of all--horror of horrors--you stepped on a piece of gum. With your nice shoes, too, You scraped it off on the cement, but boy did that irk you.
Next..even worse--the line at the sandwich shop was twice as long as normal! Your stomach hungered much in that line. And then--even after that, when you received it, and were walking back to the lab, you notice that they forgot the marzipan! That was half the reason that you even went out there, why you had half a mind to charge right back there, and--
At this point, you lost your train of thought for a moment, as you noticed the pitchfork that had slammed entirely unexpected and uninvited through the back of your skull. That's kind of what tipped it over for you, from a 'good' day to a 'bad' one. Maybe you were just being too sensitive.
The odd thing is...you seemed to still be standing.
It's not your field of research really, but you always had had the vague notion that when people had pointy metal objects jammed through there skulls, they generally would fall over, and commence with the whole dying bit.
What to do...?