[LNHY/ACRA] The Daily Super Short-Short Story #28
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au
Tue Oct 5 02:23:28 PDT 2004
The Daily Super Short-Short Story #28
A Devil Came Down to Georgia 10
Last Time: Damian successfully freaked Martin out, albeit at the cost
of the evil sock's meat puppet.
Martin was taking deep breaths to calm himself. The last few hours
had been a nightmare, and now he had retreated into the steam tunnels
below the university to be away from prying eyes. The problem was that
he wasn't sure which steam tunnels under which university. The city of
Net.ropolis had quite a few of them.
(What, you thought this was taking place in Georgia? Sorry guys,
the story title is just a thematically appropriate song reference.)
He stared at his left arm, which was still in the shape of that
terrible multi-pronged knife that he had used to... cut... that guy with.
He couldn't stop looking at it. It was like using your tongue to probe a
gap in your teeth; it served no good purpose and made you feel weird, but
Martin really couldn't take his eyes off his now inhuman limb.
.oO( No. This is stupid, ) he decided at last. ( Moping around is
not doing me any good. I need to think sensibly. )
.oO( These... blades... grew as a result of my needs at the time.
And that need... whether I went overboard or not, I was assaulted, and
defended myself. ) He paused and examined that idea, and found no
particular holes with it.
~( And really, hadn't the little pervert got what he deserved? )~
came a niggling thought, perhaps a little harsher than he had intended.
Yes, he had. Still, Martin put the issue aside. The whole thing
made him feel squick. Focus on the practical instead.
.oO( These changes, they respond at least in part to what I want.
Conscious or subconscious? Shit, that's going to be the big question. )
Martin vaguely recalled media reports that some types of net.ahuman
abilities and deformities were shaped by personality traits and other
factors like fears and desires operating on a subconscious level. On at
least some levels some people chose to turn themselves into monsters.
~( But isn't everybody a monster deep down inside? Tainted with the
Secret Original Sin? )~
Martin sagged with despondency. Yes, they were. All of the sons of
Gotta-Luv-Me Lad and all of the daughters of Knows-How-To-Please-Her-Man
~( Cast out from the Garden of Party Time, )~ came the inner voice
with almost malicious pleasure.
Martin stared at the far wall with what might have been self
hatred, then lashed out with one arm - an arm which snapped out to
enormous length and snagged the slug-like woollen shape lurking in the
shadows about three meters further down the tunnel.
"Secret Original Sin which can be taken away by the sacrifice for
mankind of Our Lord Jesus Christ," growled Martin. In his anger his voice
had grown even more mechanical and grating, and his eye which had been
completely overcome by biomechanical transformation glowed an angry
weapons-targeting-system red. "What are you, slug, and what do you think
you're doing in my mind?"
Tomorrow: Damian tells Martin the source of the his transformation.
But will sock tell the truth, or will he tell a lie?
Author's Notes: Poopie! I've got a pretty idea about what's going to be
happening right out to the end of this story arc, but the day-to-day
minute sometimes gets beyond me. Quick, Arthur, what funky name does
Jesus have in Looniverse Y?
The Daily Super Short-Short Story series and the wondersocks created by
Arthur Spitzer, and used with belated permission.
Saxon Brenton University of Technology, city library, Sydney Australia
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au
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