Garvane, ever meticulous, recorded time, lab temperature, his heart rate and other minutia. “Merely detritus,” he thought.
Tapping the codex card on the electroneuron-reader, he stepped into the immersive pod. In a transslip of time, he emerged; his carefully constructed appearance disheveled. His hands visibly shook as he opened the patient’s holographic file.
She was still cocooned in a fetal position, gently rocking. Upping the volume, he could hear her murmurs: “cat’sfootironclawneuro-surgeonsscreamformoretwentyfirstcenturyschizoidman”
His sterile prognosis: “A permanently jumbled neon mind” He entered the screenshot image onto the file grid.
As Garvane disappeared back into the pod, he whispered: “nothinghe’sgothereallyneedstwentyfirstcenturyschizoidman”.
Fripping out for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle’s piece includes some of her wonderful artistic renderings of old photographs.
first image from: musicaficionado
Friday fictioneers image: Roger Bultot
click on Mr. Frog to join the fun
heora ġemynd is forġieten: Old English: the memory of them is forgotten