Aka, a Short Story by Throdax.
"The static noise grew louder as the distance closed in. In a blink of an eye the superseded information highway was congested by some amorphous entity willing to bypass the conventional barrier through up by mortal man.
A buzz in the horizon, a cascade of swirling ramblings descended with the authority to silence all noise and the static grew. Alice Jumpsun was half sleep, half awake, similar to a self induced comatose state in which her alter ego was projected to the bleakness of this small room. Black, emptiness, despair, solitude were all invoked in seamless random incoherent toughs. She could barely breath, asphyxiating under the pressure of the thick oxygen less air. No doors, no windows, only static in the background.
Two man were talking in the middle of all that static noise.
-Do you believe in god?
More static.
-I am God....
-I don't believe you.
Even more static.
-I can show you...
Loud static.
-Do they know?
The pressure in Alice head was exuberant. Some kind of morbid ecstasy was passing trough her vain. Pulsating, twisting, swelling, all is red, all is dark and yet the pain was alive as malignant incarnation of a dethroned spirit as if a course line of imagination had ruptured the conventional boundaries of reality which sustain society.
But I like the pain, she though, it is feeding me, the repulsive vampire that festers in my brain, lurking, observing my every move, stealing my thoughts, ravaging, devouring my mind!
Alice woke up in a jolt. She was still in the 25th floor of her Moscow apartment. It was dawning and she had to go to work. After a quick shower the attached her Kevlar armour and holster her Scarab side pistol, it was another day working for the mercenary corp called Taskforce, where her sister, Anat Toris, resided at the highest rank of agents. Blood and killing were part of a mercenary day as a merciless butcher in the slaughter house and yet she hadn't seen much as a grunt in the corporation, still she couldn't shake the feeling, this morning, that someone or something was inside her mind."
(Yes I'm bored at work)
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