Evil Doctor
June 24th, 2011, 05:35 AM
Darkness…
Of a kind…
Slowly, very slowly does the world intrude into my oblivion. It is a loud annoying buzzing sound that intrudes first. Too loud, too singular to be bees, perhaps a child’s toy or power tool of some kind? Slowly I become more aware of my world. I feel the gentle misting of water on my hair and face and I’m also now aware that I’m laying face down in rubble. What has happened? Was there some sort of accident? I struggle to make sense of it. I grasp at strands of memory only to feel it break apart like gossamer. I’m at the lab…I think…perhaps I’m still at home?
I slowly turn around. I feel stiff and sore but there no real pain, I appear to be unhurt. The buzzing sound backs off. I see it’s source for the first time. A helicopter hovering in the blue sky….
Blue sky?
There is supposed to be a four story building above me! Unbidden, the memory of stories told by the few firefighters that survived the collapse of the World Trade Center. Trapped in a stairwell, they looked up through the debris and saw light when there should have been 100 stories of building on top of them. Yes, part of my memory comes back, I was at the lab, but was there some sort of explosion? I stare at the helicopter as it slowly recedes. I presume it’s a search & rescue copter, examining the damage and looking for survivors, but it looks so small. Is it an optical illusion or is it some sort of robotic drone? It has to be the latter, the sound it’s making isn’t the familiar thump-thump-thump one would expect.
Of a kind…
Slowly, very slowly does the world intrude into my oblivion. It is a loud annoying buzzing sound that intrudes first. Too loud, too singular to be bees, perhaps a child’s toy or power tool of some kind? Slowly I become more aware of my world. I feel the gentle misting of water on my hair and face and I’m also now aware that I’m laying face down in rubble. What has happened? Was there some sort of accident? I struggle to make sense of it. I grasp at strands of memory only to feel it break apart like gossamer. I’m at the lab…I think…perhaps I’m still at home?
I slowly turn around. I feel stiff and sore but there no real pain, I appear to be unhurt. The buzzing sound backs off. I see it’s source for the first time. A helicopter hovering in the blue sky….
Blue sky?
There is supposed to be a four story building above me! Unbidden, the memory of stories told by the few firefighters that survived the collapse of the World Trade Center. Trapped in a stairwell, they looked up through the debris and saw light when there should have been 100 stories of building on top of them. Yes, part of my memory comes back, I was at the lab, but was there some sort of explosion? I stare at the helicopter as it slowly recedes. I presume it’s a search & rescue copter, examining the damage and looking for survivors, but it looks so small. Is it an optical illusion or is it some sort of robotic drone? It has to be the latter, the sound it’s making isn’t the familiar thump-thump-thump one would expect.