You see, at these Elder Clinics, you could sign up for what they called an "Upgrade". James shuddered at the thought. He knew too many people who'd gone to these clinics, hyped on the new fad, completely oblivious to the (somewhat sizable) dangers of it all. Even his best, well former-best, friend had been caught up in the Elder Corporation's sticky web. Miles. A good guy, perfectly charming, hard-working, good sense of humour. Or at least he had been.
Shaking his head to clear it of all these thoughts, but succeeding in doing nothing much but starting an incessant throbbing somewhere deep in his cerebral matter, James tried to concentrate on working out who exactly this man was.
The first thought was her father. Suitably pissed off for a man who had just found the guy who'd just fucked his daughter, big, burly, hair just beginning to grey. Old and pissed off enough, certainly. But something didn't click right with that conclusion. But any other relative was illogical. Unless he wasn't a relative.
Steeling himself, James moved nearer to the hole in his wall, to peer at the man closer. Narrowed eyes glared black fire directly at him, almost through him, they blazed with such intensity. Thinking that enquiring, albeit politely, who the man was directly to his face might be a tad tactless, and most likely to aggravate him further, James adopted what he hoped was a would-you-please-tell-me-why-you've-put-a-hole-in-my-wall-before-I-kill-you face and returned the ogre-man's stare.
Silence ensued, each male trying to stare each other down, like stags before a rut. Though, this fight would be terribly one-sided should it come to such an act.
"You've ruined my patient," the ogre said finally, through gritted teeth, huge globules of saliva flying from his mouth.
Doctor, then, James thought. Bit odd; didn't look like a doctor. Somewhat too...monstrous. Not even childhood boogie-man monstrous. More hell-borne, devil minion kind of revelation.
Post 4
Test group Alpha were renowned in history for the implant recalls.
When it hit the newspapers and billboards everybody wanted one. Who wouldn't?
One quick surgical procedure, or as they called it "upgrade" and you were a whole new you.
You’d think people would think it strange, but the problem with the social norm is that the norm established, no matter how bizarre, is the norm.
James hated the idea. He wouldn’t actively go out to marches or anything, he found crowds to be scary, claustrophobic things. But he did sign an awful lot of online petitions.
Government legislation was having to be updated yet again because of those synapse quickening shots recently released onto the market. They didn’t show on their sleek, executive website the pictures of where it had gone wrong though did they? Of course not, happy faces “improved lives” Fucking playing with god is what it is, not there is one though. The elder corporation are the ones behind it, gave themselves that name so people feel safer around them, feel they have always been around. Truth is they shot up overnight. Not that anyone noticed of course.
James was about seventeen miles northeast of the nearest elder clinic, and he fucking liked it. It seemed rare to live so far away from one nowadays.
The fat man, it would appear, must be some relation to the girl. The girl who had earlier that day got him shot at, bitten, bruised, and fucked him, leaving him in the woods without a name.
All to sneak a peek at what the fuck was really going on.
When it hit the newspapers and billboards everybody wanted one. Who wouldn't?
One quick surgical procedure, or as they called it "upgrade" and you were a whole new you.
You’d think people would think it strange, but the problem with the social norm is that the norm established, no matter how bizarre, is the norm.
James hated the idea. He wouldn’t actively go out to marches or anything, he found crowds to be scary, claustrophobic things. But he did sign an awful lot of online petitions.
Government legislation was having to be updated yet again because of those synapse quickening shots recently released onto the market. They didn’t show on their sleek, executive website the pictures of where it had gone wrong though did they? Of course not, happy faces “improved lives” Fucking playing with god is what it is, not there is one though. The elder corporation are the ones behind it, gave themselves that name so people feel safer around them, feel they have always been around. Truth is they shot up overnight. Not that anyone noticed of course.
James was about seventeen miles northeast of the nearest elder clinic, and he fucking liked it. It seemed rare to live so far away from one nowadays.
The fat man, it would appear, must be some relation to the girl. The girl who had earlier that day got him shot at, bitten, bruised, and fucked him, leaving him in the woods without a name.
All to sneak a peek at what the fuck was really going on.
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