Saturday, August 27, 2011

Ivan Devoto

penumbra . 1
“Ivan, are you feeling better now?”
“Leave me alone Trinny.”
“Ivan, I don’t think you need to be alone.”
“You’re not supposed to think Trinny; you're a fucking machine.”
“Ivan, I can only make the assumption that you’re resorting to inappropriate language is a measure of your low self-esteem, and will take it as fact from that assumed data that you are not unwell.”
“Fuck off”
Ivan believes that he would almost certainly be more comfortable down in the Leviathan’s hold with the cargo. In fact, had the launch gone smoothly, that’s exactly where he would be now, suspended in a mental nowhere with his last hopes and dreams frozen at the moment of departure: a Deadman in transit. At moments like this, when Trinny’s routines become unbearably clinical and inflexible, Ivan is almost certain he’d be more comfortable down in the hold. But here he is, a solitary man, trapped in the body of a whale, orbiting the dying planet with an infuriatingly well-meaning computer for company.

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5 comments:

Tom said...

stay close to the mute button

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: the mute button is not an option for Ivan.

Harlequin said...

i can't wait to see where you go with this one....

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: It's a bit all-over-the-place at the moment :) I have a cast of 5 humans and a whale and they're all flapping about with no sense of direction.

Moineau en France (LT) said...

oh this resonates! oh yeah ...