PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | November 19th 2004, 09:10:21 |
| Visits: | 1260 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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The scalpel with meditation passed around the tissue surrounding the right eye, and tweezers assisted by removing the skin as it was severed. The eyeball itself was removed with indifferent care, sawed loose, and placed aside. Most brain operations went through the skull, but also, most brain operations were set on removing from the brain, not adding to it.
The woman to which the eye belonged was not asleep, nor anasthetized. She was paralyzed, as the operation required her to be awake, mindful of the events around her. The camera relentlessly observed the proceedings, its only comment a slowly blinking red light. It would be the first sun of the new world. She focused on it, and it approached and retreated with the pulsing sense of red.
Her other optic chord soon connected to the Oculus, and she knew now that with one eye she was subjected to false, and with the other, newer, she saw truth. At once she was ashamed of the remaining, damning, false eye, and wished she had not been bourne to heaven with only one wing.
The procedure had negative consequences, insofar as the person hated themselves and their imperfection, but the end result of an obsessive drive for perfection in all work, play, and sometimes even the personality. No one, however, took their own life, because that would inevitably separate oneself from the glorious Oculus, which to others appeared as though half a flare was protruding from the socket.
This conversion of hatred and loathing into productive work, many considereed to be the best human invention of all history. A few saw it as a highly stylized whip. Regardless, soon only those who bore the Oculus were hired, or even associated with. People without one were unknowable, who could not contain their anger and would in all likelihood explode into violence at any moment. How can they not, when they have only the sight of hell in their eyes?
Perhaps the most popular rebuttal among the sightless was made while there was still a generation that remembered the world before the era of cognitive injection. Former novelist Oliver Render was largely silent on the issue both before and after the printing of his short commentary in a literary magazine.
"The Oculus is widely held to poetically uplift the soul to a dichotomy betwixt heaven and earth in a way that elevates one's action above the level of those with their feet still on the ground. However, I can remember waking up, and having the memories of rather pleasant dreams slip from me as though on a chord tethering them in another world while I slowly fumbled for the waking one.As though, it occured to me, they had not in fact originated from my own head. Thoughts of great depth and emotion that, while I know they once were mine, now have fled me and I can only grasp the edges of the place in my head where they had been. While you may say that you have by a machine elevated yourselves to glory's subbasement, it is nothing more than the Tower of Babel. I have with my virgin brain hosted the thoughts and musings of God." |
Insidious_nOOb
November 19th 2004, 09:41:56
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Huh??? I don't understand well...
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TheAwake
November 19th 2004, 17:53:35
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hehe nice one this is. I actually get it  and I like it. Would you want to have such a device? |
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