Friday, January 7, 2011

Bedtime Stories for the ADD: Meat

A bit of space dust hit the ship.

I sounded an alarm and set micromechanicals to patch the hole.

It feels weird not breathing. I wasn’t told that. It’d been twenty-two years and I still felt like the moment right after I go under the water.

My non-existent lungs told me I was fine.

My heart should have raced when we were hit. It didn’t. Not a heart. Just synapses.

All I ever wanted was to be a hero. The feel of justified adrenaline running through me. But so much of emotion is meat. I just don’t feel it anymore.

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3 comments:

AidanF said...

I like your premise here and the emotional ache that you achieve in the voice. Particularly liked the image of going under water.

J. McNeill said...

Thanks, Aidan! I appreciate it. :)

J. M. Strother said...

I can almost see a disembodied brain set up in the command module - nothing but synapses indeed. I think I'd turn down that job. :o
~jon