Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Stop me if you’ve heard this before.

Episode Nine

“You know, when I was first brought here from the Complex, they said I had the potential to go right to the top”
Atom groans from his bunk.
“I’m not repeating myself am I? I hate it when that happens.”
Atom hears the naked old man shuffling about in his corner of the room and tries not to create an image in his mind’s eye.
An image appears in his mind’s eye.
“You know, back in the old days all this was done manually; hands-on kinda thing… I lost count of the number of times I had to apologise to Pinky’s predass… preediss… ah… the bloke before Pinky for the bloody mess I made on the tests”

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Commuter Belt Unbuckled

Down endless halls
Of unwound clocks
The token ghosts
Of Tick-box negligence
Inept key-card carriers
Push to catch the late-running 7:15
Silver bullet train
Adequately crammed
With self-mutilating mice

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Pinky’s Dream (I could’ve been Raskolnikov)

Episode Eight

Still from Bela Tarr's Turin Horse

A man’s work is not always a matter of choice; some are called while some are merely washed into the shore by the current of their lives. Of those that are called to violence by psychological damage or genetic predetermination, not all are comfortable with their professionalism. Some seek to justify their negative image with ideology; some merely suppress the negative, while others bask in the glory of their cruelty.
Pinky chooses to believe that his career in the Long-term Induction & Education Section and the personal sacrifices required in the performance of his duties there serve not only the greater good but the advancement too of his own personal integrity.
Mother Nature has other ideas.
Pinky runs through the dark and empty corridors of the L.I.E.S. complex flicking at light switches, none of which serve to illuminate the source of his anxiety. He can feel his anxiety tipping into terror with every faulty switch; the black horses of his dread amass, threatening to overwhelm him with their white-rimmed panic eyes.

See Mad Scientist’s Notebook (Entry No 2.2)

Friday, August 01, 2014

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Electromagnetic Induction Blues

Episode Seven

Under The Wire ~ Artist Unknown

“Good Morning Adam” Pinky’s smile exudes casual bonhomie.
“Moed-morming Mifter Bewayer” Atom sits and watches as the technicians attach stick-back electrodes to various strategic parts of his little aching body.
“Don’t be alarmed Adam,” says Pinky through his smile, “the wiring is merely for monitoring and research purposes”
“Glad to see you haven’t lost that delightful sense of humour young man” like butter off a hot knife Pinky’s smile slides off his face to be replaced by a new line of enquiry.
“Now, for the monitors, please state your name.”
“Erm, Aphom”
“For the record,” Pinky addresses the air above Atom’s head, “Mr Earham is currently suffering some temporary speech impairment brought about by executive action carried out by the local constabulary.” He clears his throat, “In view of this, and until such time as his facilities have been rebooted to the required baseline, we shall proceed with the written portion of the induction.”