Digital Ischemia



Filed under: Jalopy — Teepwriter @ 10:57

Mist and vast diamonds of smoky blue cloud, sharply edged with seams of pure, pale sky, transform the familiar hillscape.  The glen mutates into some other; more imposing, more threatening.

Having your expectations utterly undermined is a welcome mindfuck.  At last you’re lost in the moment.

“I can’t control my thoughts!” you blurted.
“You control your body; the sensors do the rest.”  Did he mean sensors of tiny twitches or pressures across your skin?  You’re not sure you have control of those either.
“You don’t need to lean quite so far into the corners,” he mocked you with half a smile.

The sky lightens, the fading cloud patterned like a fleece worn thin over the sun’s pale glow.  Green trunks carve up the lowest layer of air.

Nicol is uncomfortable here.  He’s covered every eventuality of vehicle control and rebellion, of other static and moving objects, of your psyche melting down, but still: what would happen if he crashed here, among the medieval robots, the Laird MacHauch and his precious, precious mineral?

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