Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
First of all let’s get one thing straight, I’m not crazy. Cliché way to start my tale, I know, but once I think about it, it’s the only way I can start it. The visions started coming to me a few months back. Dr. Porter said it was because of all the stress and anxiety I felt when I lost my job at the plant. We were drilling underneath a ghost town when we hit a pocket of unknown chemical. The gas was thick, like you could shape it into what you will if your fingers swirled around it. Five of my men died, the rest of us barely got out of there alive. Most of us had mask on, the low brand quality kind that are company was more than happy to stock up with because of how under we were going.
“See you next week.”
Right before I slammed the door.
Friday, May 22, 2009
“What is this suit…I’m wearing?” I was dazed, from what felt like a hangover.
The bright sun that shone from the window had awoken me. I adjusted my eyes. The room was quite unorthodox looking. There were a lot of odd figures and trinkets hanging on the walls and lying about. I was still trying to figure out how I got in the room, and why the hell I was wearing this obnoxious looking costume. I started to get up so I examine the room better. I woozily walked towards the drawer. Upon it laid a three-headed statue.
“Weird,” I muttered.
As I walked around the room, I slowly began to recollect the night before. There were dazzling lights, loud music, and beautiful women… then there was her. I vaguely remembered her face. I did remember meeting her at the bar. She ordered me a drink, but I did not remember what it was. My memory began to get fuzzy again. Suddenly, a throbbing pain struck my brain.
“Yes…I remember now…that drink…ugh…”
She had ordered me a Sex on the Beach…and insisted I add in a special ingredient to it. She claimed it would have given it a spunk I have never tasted or experienced before. Her exact words being, “It’s some shit.”
“Spunk my ass…” I bitterly said.
The spunk had knocked me out…cold. The events that transpired afterwards, I had no idea what there were. I did however know, I was robbed, put into this suit, and left in this room. I decided not to dwell on last night, and continued exploring the room. I noticed a mirror. It was clear, and I noticed my ridiculous look. A small laugh escaped my mouth. I touched the mirror... and it suddenly rippled like water. The image of the mirror changed from me to a dog, its piercing black eyes staring at me.
“What the…” I stepped closer towards the mirror.
Without any warning, I fell right into the mirror, the glass transforming from solid into liquid. I was falling, falling into a reflective hole of hell. All around me, I saw the dog with its black eyes. I started to feel funny myself, as if I was undergoing a metamorphosis.
“What’s happening to me?” I yelled. Oddly, it sounded like a bark as I yelled it.
As I fell, the reflective glass around me started to shatter, shattering faster than I could fall. The glass fell on me, and the shards hit me with excruciating pain. I closed my eyes to try to escape my apparent death. Closing my eyes seemed to help because the pain began to subside. After all the pain was gone, I cautiously opened my eyes. I felt myself breathing heavily into a mask. It was a gas mask.
“Huh?” I yelped, which came out as a whimper.
I tried walking, but a sharp tug held me back. I turned around. A young man in a gas mask had me by a leash. Shocked, I tried to remove the leash he had around me. I realized in horror that I did not have hands I had paws.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed (which came out as a loud howl).
“How the hell did I turn into a dog?”
I assumed this transformation happened as I was free falling in the glass chamber. I did not know why or how I transformed or ended up where I was, but I wanted to escape the leash and whoever my master was. I noticed my gas mask was somewhat loose. I decided that this was the time to break free from this slave master. I shook my head violently and the mask flew off like a bird. Happy to be free, I started gnawing at the leash behind me. My master looked shocked, he started to pull back on the leash, hoping to restrain me, but it was too late, I almost had bitten off the leash. With one great pull, I ripped off the leash, and made a run for it. The adrenaline from escaping made me hunger for blood. I ran fiercely away, hoping in the back in my mind to find something tasty to sink my fangs into. I lucked out, because as I ran, an old man happened to be walking towards my direction. I decided he would be my victim. I charged towards and began my attacking stance. I aimed for his leg, opened my mouth wide, and bit down as hard as I could. The old man was taken aback by my actions, and started to wince in pain. I bit down harder, until I saw blood seeping from the holes I just created. As the man yelled in agony, I felt my energy being sucked away and I started to feel weak. I let my grip on the man’s leg loosen up; as I thought that would make me stronger…it did not. My body began experiencing a strange sensation.
“What’s happening?!” I thought to myself.
I felt the same metamorphosis feeling I felt when I was in the hellhole.
I blacked out.
I woke up again. When I came to my senses, I was staring face to face with a cold, metallic face.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked…my voice sounding tired.
“I AM BOT RXP23.,” replied the face. “MAKE YOUR MOVE.”
I looked down; apparently, I was playing chess with this bucket of bolts. As I looked down, I realized I was an older man, with rough skin, and very tired fingers. I felt my face, I had a long beard, and a big nose. I also realized I was wearing large spectacles.
“Oh well…I don’t know what the hell happened, or what the hell is going on…but I like chess.” I murmured to myself.
Then I remembered what that girl had told me, all so long ago.
“Some shit, indeed.”
Thursday, May 21, 2009
over an intense game of chess
I'll bet you anything
Let's see who's the best
But be warned i've been playing
since the wee age of nine
you can't make a move
That is not in my mind
the creator's face showed glee
you'll have to do better
if you want to beat me
His tin foe said nothing
his face told no tale
The creator was certain
that his Robot would fail
In two moves it was over
the creator was stunned
the answer eluded him
how the robot had won
He puffed up his chess
said what is your prize
you won fair and square
i admit i'm suprise
He stared at the robot
he looked for a sign
the answer soon came
your future is mine