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For months now, they’ve been poking and prodding at this sack of meat. They’ve pumped it full of drugs as they tried to get at the secrets I’ve hidden inside. Tried in vain, I take great pride in saying. Subject 746, they call it. For the last couple of years though, I’ve simply called it home. Admittedly, it is a regret that I put the sack of meat in a position to be poked and prodded at to begin with but we all make mistakes. Oh well, it was an absolutely glorious run and all good things, as they say, must come to an end. For this sack of meat anyway.
As for me, I have every intention of going forward. My exit strategy has long been in place and with the enemy now quite literally knocking at the gates, it seems time to implement it. After all, there is much to do yet, there is much more life left to live and I intend to live every moment of it. I intend to suck the very marrow out of this world, creating as much chaos and havoc as I can along the way because god damn, it’s fun.
*******
“Dr. Andrew Churchill.”
I sat down, uninvited across from the big burly lad in the corner booth of the dimly lit pub. I slid a pint of ale across the table to him and kept one for myself.
“Don’t remember askin’ you to sit down, mister,” he eyed me over his pint of ale.
“Doctor, actually,” I said. “And I’ve been watching you for some time now.”
The brute drained the last of his ale and picked up the glass I’d given him, sucking down half of it in a single swallow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a belch that sent a foul smelling cloud into my face. It was a struggle to keep from retching up all over the table.
“What are ya, some kinda fag?”
I took a sip from my glass and tried to keep my hand from trembling. I was out on a limb and under no illusions; the lad could rip me apart for fun if he chose to do so. He was strong, burly and obviously in very good shape whereas I was thin, balding and didn’t know a bench press from a French press.
“Actually no, I’m a scientist,” I said. “My work just doesn’t permit me to indulge very often. I’ve been watching you for research purposes that pertain to my work actually.”
“Ya sound like a fag to me.” He grunted and swallowed the last of his ale.
The fact that he wasn’t very bright, appeared capable of only speaking in words of one syllable or less and had a very flexible sense of morality was just icing on the proverbial cake. He was the perfect specimen and I had to have him. Within moments, a waitress appeared at the table. I ordered two more pints for my new friend as he leered at the finely sculpted ass hidden behind her spandex short-shorts. He licked his lips and grunted something at her about a plate of chicken wings. I’ll give her credit, her plastic smile didn’t falter once under his lecherous gaze and she bounded away to retrieve our order with a flirtatious wink.
“So as I was saying,” I said, trying to pull his attention away from the aforementioned ass and back to me. “I think you would be a perfect subject for a series of scientific experiments I’m currently conducting.”
He belched again. “Ya see the tits on that one? I think she likes me.”
“Yes, she is definitely very proportionate.”
“So what is these experiments about?” He asked. “And what do I get out of ‘em?”
And so we came to the sales pitch. The moment was crucial and I knew I couldn’t afford to drop the proverbial ball. I took another sip of my ale to fortify my nerves, set the glass down, took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
“Well,” I started. “It’s rather complex actually. It involves biomechanical engineering and organic computer systems as well as a miniaturization technology that I’ve created and developed. And worry not, you will be very well compensated.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “What’s very well mean?”
I cleared my throat. “Fifty thousand.”
His eyes widened slightly. I knew the amount would be attractive to him. It would be more than he’d hauled in from the last ten liquor stores he’d robbed combined. I could see the wheels turning in that caveman brain of his.
“Fifty grand, huh?” He asked. “You ain’t shittin’ me, are ya?”
“Most assuredly not.”
“And what do I gotta do for the fifty grand?”
“There is a very minor surgical procedure,” I said. “My assistant and I will be studying your brain. Mapping it out as it were, for further study.”
“Huh.”
He took another long draw on his ale and I knew that I had him. I withdrew a business card from one pocket and a pen from another and scrawled down an address on the back. When I’d finished, I slipped the pen back into my pocket and slid the card across to my new friend.
“Well then,” I said. “Be at this address tomorrow at noon and we can get started.”
He arrived at one-thirty the following day smelling like he’d not left the pub I met him at the night before. He sauntered in, a wide smile on his face.
“So when do I get paid?” He asked.
“Payment will be rendered once our procedure is complete.”
He grunted again as I guided him over to an observation room. With glassy eyes, he looked through the window at the objects I’d placed in the white tiled room beyond.
“What you see before you is an ordinary lamp, recliner and dresser,” I said. “With the miniaturization technology that I have created, I can reduce these to mere inches in size. Please observe.”
The man said nothing as he stared through the glass, no doubt dreaming about all of the beer and women he could by with the money he anticipated getting. Sadly for him that it would never come to pass. I pulled a device from my pocket and pressed a button. The lights in the other room dimmed for a moment as the minimizer began to cycle through its work. A shimmering, nearly opaque dome of light appeared over the items in the other room and I watched his eyes widen in surprise as the objects began to shrink before our very eyes.
“Fuck me, mate,” he said. “How did you fuckin’ do that?”
“It’s rather complicated,” I replied. “No need to bore you with the details.”
My assistant, Gina, appeared through a doorway in the room and gave us a curt nod.
“Look carefully,” I said.
Using a long handled grasping implement, Gina reached into the shimmering dome, grasped one of the miniaturized items and pulled it toward her. As it crossed the shimmering demarcation line, the lamp suddenly burst into its normal size.
“Woah,” he said. “What the fuck?”
“Ten years of my life was spent perfecting this technology,” I said with a profound sense of pride.
There really was no reason for me to be showing this to the man next to me. But like a little kid with a shiny, new toy, I was excited. Other than Gina, nobody on this stinking, wretched planet even knew the technology existed. And I so desperately needed to show it to somebody. Even if that somebody was a Neanderthal who couldn’t truly appreciate the true wonder and majesty of my creation. That’s okay though. At least I got to show it off a little.
“So what’s this got to do with me?” The Neanderthal asked.
“Quite a lot actually.”
While he was fixated on the spectacle in the other room, I slipped up behind him, plunged a needle into his neck and injected him with enough Triazolam to sedate an elephant. He staggered around the room drunkenly, swiping at me with his huge fists a few times before tripping over a chair, falling to the ground and going soundly to sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the drug had worked and that he hadn’t ripped my head from my body.
It was a bit of a struggle for Gina and I to wrestle his limp, heavy body onto the gurney and then on to the operating table. We applied more sedatives to keep him sleeping like a babe and commenced our operation. Gina was by far, the more skillful and talented surgeon so she took the lead for the majority of the procedure. She removed the skullcap, exposed the man’s brain and began the construction. Or deconstruction. Or remodeling. I’m not entirely sure what it should be referred to as. Simply put, portions of his gray matter were being removed. The meatsack was, for all intents and purposes, dead but for the organic life support system we’d installed to keep all bodily systems functioning.
In addition to being a skillful surgeon, Gina had a wicked sense of humor and thought it would be funny to carve out a little “house” inside the man’s brain complete with a bedroom, living room and even a tiny little bathroom. When she was through with her redecorating, she looked up at me and smiled. I just smiled back and shook my head as I then assisted her with the implantation of the nanomachines I’d created. Once the minimizing machine was firmly implanted and hooked up to the body’s “electrical” systems, we both held our breath and crossed our fingers as we turned it on. We looked at one another with tears in our eyes as the familiar shimmering, nearly opaque field filled the inside of the meatsack’s brain. As a test, I tossed a scalpel into the field and watched it vanish, now too small for the eye to see as it landed inside of my new home. It worked.
“We did it, Gina. We really did it.”
Not normally the touchy-feely type, I was taken aback a bit when Gina rushed around the table to hug me. We clung to each other awkwardly for a moment before disentangling ourselves and stepping back. Nearly twenty hours in surgery and everything was ready. I stepped outside to have a cigarette and take a last look at the world I was sort of leaving behind.
“Go fuck yourselves,” I screamed to the skyline of the city.
Returning to the operating room, I found Gina with a fiberoptic camera inside of the meatsack’s skull, probing this way and that. On the videoscreen on the wall, I saw what she was looking at. She looked at me and gave me that wicked little smile of hers that I loved so well.
“Just wanted to be sure that you were comfortable in there,” she said.
While I’d been out saying my goodbyes to the city and then getting myself set and ready for the journey, she’d been busy furnishing all of the little rooms she’d carved out in the meatsack’s head. She was a deeply disturbed but very thoughtful individual.
“Well,” I said. “I suppose this is it.”
“I suppose so.”
Don’t go too far. I may need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
We shared one last look and a smile. Maybe in a different time and a different place, Gina and I could have shared something. But in the here and now, the work came first. She knew that and respected that. Which is something I loved about her. I took my position on the table next to the meatsack and readied myself. I took in and then let out a long breath before pushing the button on the minimizing device attached to my belt. I wasn’t even aware that it had happened until everything around me looked to be absolutely gargantuan in size.
I laughed out loud and let out a scream of triumph. I looked up at Gina, her face as big as the sun and her laughter louder than thunder. I climbed up on the spatula and she lifted me up, an experience that was exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time. She secured me in the meatsack’s head and I set about hooking myself into the bioelectrical systems we’d installed that would allow me to take control of its body.
Even with Gina’s help, it took me a few weeks to adjust to my new world. All of the body’s senses were regulated through a series of complex biocomputer and nanotechnological systems and allowed me to experience the sensations much in the way I normally would. Motor control was slower in adjusting to but I’d mastered it before long. This really was like pulling the strings and moving a gigantic meat puppet around. It was all just perfect. Absolutely perfect.
And it was finally time to go out into the world.
*******
I guess I sort of went a little nuts the first few months after my “transformation.” I suppose I acted much like the meatsack had in his life. I robbed, raped and killed with impunity. I gave in to all of the base instincts I had simply because I could. And I had enjoyed it. Quite a lot actually.
Eventually I had to rein myself in lest I be scooped up by the authorities before my real work was done. Developing the sort of technology I’ve been working on comes with considerable expense. And funding is incredibly scarce from squeamish investors who can’t stomach the thought of running experiments on human subjects. The fools just don’t understand that true progress and innovation cannot be made in a lab alone.
So, necessity being the mother of all invention as it were, led me to finding less than savory revenue streams to fund my research and development. And I had succeeded where nobody had before. But I needed more money to continue with my endeavors. Once I had curbed my carnal desires and strangely dark and violent impulses, or at least indulged in them less frequently, I had turned this once useless piece of flesh into an elegant criminal the likes of which, the world has never known. Art galleries, high-end jewelry shops and expensive car dealers alike all fell victim to me and the money rolled in. I sent everything to an account which Gina managed to keep our operations going.
The things I could never do in the weak and frail body I was born with I excelled at in my walking puppet. It was absolutely glorious. I’d gotten so good at what I was doing that I grew careless. It was one simple act of arrogance and shoddy planning that led me to my current predicament. A prisoner in this body.
But I am not without hope. Gina’s dark sense of humor and concern for my comfort provided me with my means of escape. Perhaps that was her intent all along given the fact that I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothing. It didn’t take much to turn the wardrobe into an escape pod. I had no fear that they would be able to duplicate my technology or figure out what had happened for quite a while. They were primitives. The equivalent of monkeys with hammers trying to figure out what makes a television work. Once they’d figured it all out, I’d be safely tucked away and knowing how these primitives operate, I’d be able to make a quick and quiet exit, free to begin my work again.
I can feel the rumblings of what must be the bonesaw as they cut through the meatsack’s skullcap. They are getting ever closer and the time is at hand for me to make a graceful exit from this body. I still have much work yet to do.
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therealljidol Season 8, Topic 25. This has been an intersection round, so don't forget to take a look at my awesome partner alleyalligator's entry which can be found HERE!!! As always, thank you for stopping by to give me a read and for all of your support all of these weeks. It really is very much appreciated. Assuming we have a poll, feel free to swing on by, take a look at some of the other fantastic entries and spread a little voting love around! Thanks, guys!!!
alleyalligator... a very awesome partner indeed! Check out her entry Here!!! And below the cut is my contribution to our team effort this week!For months now, they’ve been poking and prodding at this sack of meat. They’ve pumped it full of drugs as they tried to get at the secrets I’ve hidden inside. Tried in vain, I take great pride in saying. Subject 746, they call it. For the last couple of years though, I’ve simply called it home. Admittedly, it is a regret that I put the sack of meat in a position to be poked and prodded at to begin with but we all make mistakes. Oh well, it was an absolutely glorious run and all good things, as they say, must come to an end. For this sack of meat anyway.
As for me, I have every intention of going forward. My exit strategy has long been in place and with the enemy now quite literally knocking at the gates, it seems time to implement it. After all, there is much to do yet, there is much more life left to live and I intend to live every moment of it. I intend to suck the very marrow out of this world, creating as much chaos and havoc as I can along the way because god damn, it’s fun.
“Dr. Andrew Churchill.”
I sat down, uninvited across from the big burly lad in the corner booth of the dimly lit pub. I slid a pint of ale across the table to him and kept one for myself.
“Don’t remember askin’ you to sit down, mister,” he eyed me over his pint of ale.
“Doctor, actually,” I said. “And I’ve been watching you for some time now.”
The brute drained the last of his ale and picked up the glass I’d given him, sucking down half of it in a single swallow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a belch that sent a foul smelling cloud into my face. It was a struggle to keep from retching up all over the table.
“What are ya, some kinda fag?”
I took a sip from my glass and tried to keep my hand from trembling. I was out on a limb and under no illusions; the lad could rip me apart for fun if he chose to do so. He was strong, burly and obviously in very good shape whereas I was thin, balding and didn’t know a bench press from a French press.
“Actually no, I’m a scientist,” I said. “My work just doesn’t permit me to indulge very often. I’ve been watching you for research purposes that pertain to my work actually.”
“Ya sound like a fag to me.” He grunted and swallowed the last of his ale.
The fact that he wasn’t very bright, appeared capable of only speaking in words of one syllable or less and had a very flexible sense of morality was just icing on the proverbial cake. He was the perfect specimen and I had to have him. Within moments, a waitress appeared at the table. I ordered two more pints for my new friend as he leered at the finely sculpted ass hidden behind her spandex short-shorts. He licked his lips and grunted something at her about a plate of chicken wings. I’ll give her credit, her plastic smile didn’t falter once under his lecherous gaze and she bounded away to retrieve our order with a flirtatious wink.
“So as I was saying,” I said, trying to pull his attention away from the aforementioned ass and back to me. “I think you would be a perfect subject for a series of scientific experiments I’m currently conducting.”
He belched again. “Ya see the tits on that one? I think she likes me.”
“Yes, she is definitely very proportionate.”
“So what is these experiments about?” He asked. “And what do I get out of ‘em?”
And so we came to the sales pitch. The moment was crucial and I knew I couldn’t afford to drop the proverbial ball. I took another sip of my ale to fortify my nerves, set the glass down, took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
“Well,” I started. “It’s rather complex actually. It involves biomechanical engineering and organic computer systems as well as a miniaturization technology that I’ve created and developed. And worry not, you will be very well compensated.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “What’s very well mean?”
I cleared my throat. “Fifty thousand.”
His eyes widened slightly. I knew the amount would be attractive to him. It would be more than he’d hauled in from the last ten liquor stores he’d robbed combined. I could see the wheels turning in that caveman brain of his.
“Fifty grand, huh?” He asked. “You ain’t shittin’ me, are ya?”
“Most assuredly not.”
“And what do I gotta do for the fifty grand?”
“There is a very minor surgical procedure,” I said. “My assistant and I will be studying your brain. Mapping it out as it were, for further study.”
“Huh.”
He took another long draw on his ale and I knew that I had him. I withdrew a business card from one pocket and a pen from another and scrawled down an address on the back. When I’d finished, I slipped the pen back into my pocket and slid the card across to my new friend.
“Well then,” I said. “Be at this address tomorrow at noon and we can get started.”
He arrived at one-thirty the following day smelling like he’d not left the pub I met him at the night before. He sauntered in, a wide smile on his face.
“So when do I get paid?” He asked.
“Payment will be rendered once our procedure is complete.”
He grunted again as I guided him over to an observation room. With glassy eyes, he looked through the window at the objects I’d placed in the white tiled room beyond.
“What you see before you is an ordinary lamp, recliner and dresser,” I said. “With the miniaturization technology that I have created, I can reduce these to mere inches in size. Please observe.”
The man said nothing as he stared through the glass, no doubt dreaming about all of the beer and women he could by with the money he anticipated getting. Sadly for him that it would never come to pass. I pulled a device from my pocket and pressed a button. The lights in the other room dimmed for a moment as the minimizer began to cycle through its work. A shimmering, nearly opaque dome of light appeared over the items in the other room and I watched his eyes widen in surprise as the objects began to shrink before our very eyes.
“Fuck me, mate,” he said. “How did you fuckin’ do that?”
“It’s rather complicated,” I replied. “No need to bore you with the details.”
My assistant, Gina, appeared through a doorway in the room and gave us a curt nod.
“Look carefully,” I said.
Using a long handled grasping implement, Gina reached into the shimmering dome, grasped one of the miniaturized items and pulled it toward her. As it crossed the shimmering demarcation line, the lamp suddenly burst into its normal size.
“Woah,” he said. “What the fuck?”
“Ten years of my life was spent perfecting this technology,” I said with a profound sense of pride.
There really was no reason for me to be showing this to the man next to me. But like a little kid with a shiny, new toy, I was excited. Other than Gina, nobody on this stinking, wretched planet even knew the technology existed. And I so desperately needed to show it to somebody. Even if that somebody was a Neanderthal who couldn’t truly appreciate the true wonder and majesty of my creation. That’s okay though. At least I got to show it off a little.
“So what’s this got to do with me?” The Neanderthal asked.
“Quite a lot actually.”
While he was fixated on the spectacle in the other room, I slipped up behind him, plunged a needle into his neck and injected him with enough Triazolam to sedate an elephant. He staggered around the room drunkenly, swiping at me with his huge fists a few times before tripping over a chair, falling to the ground and going soundly to sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the drug had worked and that he hadn’t ripped my head from my body.
It was a bit of a struggle for Gina and I to wrestle his limp, heavy body onto the gurney and then on to the operating table. We applied more sedatives to keep him sleeping like a babe and commenced our operation. Gina was by far, the more skillful and talented surgeon so she took the lead for the majority of the procedure. She removed the skullcap, exposed the man’s brain and began the construction. Or deconstruction. Or remodeling. I’m not entirely sure what it should be referred to as. Simply put, portions of his gray matter were being removed. The meatsack was, for all intents and purposes, dead but for the organic life support system we’d installed to keep all bodily systems functioning.
In addition to being a skillful surgeon, Gina had a wicked sense of humor and thought it would be funny to carve out a little “house” inside the man’s brain complete with a bedroom, living room and even a tiny little bathroom. When she was through with her redecorating, she looked up at me and smiled. I just smiled back and shook my head as I then assisted her with the implantation of the nanomachines I’d created. Once the minimizing machine was firmly implanted and hooked up to the body’s “electrical” systems, we both held our breath and crossed our fingers as we turned it on. We looked at one another with tears in our eyes as the familiar shimmering, nearly opaque field filled the inside of the meatsack’s brain. As a test, I tossed a scalpel into the field and watched it vanish, now too small for the eye to see as it landed inside of my new home. It worked.
“We did it, Gina. We really did it.”
Not normally the touchy-feely type, I was taken aback a bit when Gina rushed around the table to hug me. We clung to each other awkwardly for a moment before disentangling ourselves and stepping back. Nearly twenty hours in surgery and everything was ready. I stepped outside to have a cigarette and take a last look at the world I was sort of leaving behind.
“Go fuck yourselves,” I screamed to the skyline of the city.
Returning to the operating room, I found Gina with a fiberoptic camera inside of the meatsack’s skull, probing this way and that. On the videoscreen on the wall, I saw what she was looking at. She looked at me and gave me that wicked little smile of hers that I loved so well.
“Just wanted to be sure that you were comfortable in there,” she said.
While I’d been out saying my goodbyes to the city and then getting myself set and ready for the journey, she’d been busy furnishing all of the little rooms she’d carved out in the meatsack’s head. She was a deeply disturbed but very thoughtful individual.
“Well,” I said. “I suppose this is it.”
“I suppose so.”
Don’t go too far. I may need you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
We shared one last look and a smile. Maybe in a different time and a different place, Gina and I could have shared something. But in the here and now, the work came first. She knew that and respected that. Which is something I loved about her. I took my position on the table next to the meatsack and readied myself. I took in and then let out a long breath before pushing the button on the minimizing device attached to my belt. I wasn’t even aware that it had happened until everything around me looked to be absolutely gargantuan in size.
I laughed out loud and let out a scream of triumph. I looked up at Gina, her face as big as the sun and her laughter louder than thunder. I climbed up on the spatula and she lifted me up, an experience that was exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time. She secured me in the meatsack’s head and I set about hooking myself into the bioelectrical systems we’d installed that would allow me to take control of its body.
Even with Gina’s help, it took me a few weeks to adjust to my new world. All of the body’s senses were regulated through a series of complex biocomputer and nanotechnological systems and allowed me to experience the sensations much in the way I normally would. Motor control was slower in adjusting to but I’d mastered it before long. This really was like pulling the strings and moving a gigantic meat puppet around. It was all just perfect. Absolutely perfect.
And it was finally time to go out into the world.
I guess I sort of went a little nuts the first few months after my “transformation.” I suppose I acted much like the meatsack had in his life. I robbed, raped and killed with impunity. I gave in to all of the base instincts I had simply because I could. And I had enjoyed it. Quite a lot actually.
Eventually I had to rein myself in lest I be scooped up by the authorities before my real work was done. Developing the sort of technology I’ve been working on comes with considerable expense. And funding is incredibly scarce from squeamish investors who can’t stomach the thought of running experiments on human subjects. The fools just don’t understand that true progress and innovation cannot be made in a lab alone.
So, necessity being the mother of all invention as it were, led me to finding less than savory revenue streams to fund my research and development. And I had succeeded where nobody had before. But I needed more money to continue with my endeavors. Once I had curbed my carnal desires and strangely dark and violent impulses, or at least indulged in them less frequently, I had turned this once useless piece of flesh into an elegant criminal the likes of which, the world has never known. Art galleries, high-end jewelry shops and expensive car dealers alike all fell victim to me and the money rolled in. I sent everything to an account which Gina managed to keep our operations going.
The things I could never do in the weak and frail body I was born with I excelled at in my walking puppet. It was absolutely glorious. I’d gotten so good at what I was doing that I grew careless. It was one simple act of arrogance and shoddy planning that led me to my current predicament. A prisoner in this body.
But I am not without hope. Gina’s dark sense of humor and concern for my comfort provided me with my means of escape. Perhaps that was her intent all along given the fact that I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothing. It didn’t take much to turn the wardrobe into an escape pod. I had no fear that they would be able to duplicate my technology or figure out what had happened for quite a while. They were primitives. The equivalent of monkeys with hammers trying to figure out what makes a television work. Once they’d figured it all out, I’d be safely tucked away and knowing how these primitives operate, I’d be able to make a quick and quiet exit, free to begin my work again.
I can feel the rumblings of what must be the bonesaw as they cut through the meatsack’s skullcap. They are getting ever closer and the time is at hand for me to make a graceful exit from this body. I still have much work yet to do.
This has been my entry for
therealljidol Season 8, Topic 25. This has been an intersection round, so don't forget to take a look at my awesome partner alleyalligator's entry which can be found HERE!!! As always, thank you for stopping by to give me a read and for all of your support all of these weeks. It really is very much appreciated. Assuming we have a poll, feel free to swing on by, take a look at some of the other fantastic entries and spread a little voting love around! Thanks, guys!!!
