Post by darkhyuuga on Apr 6, 2008 10:45:51 GMT -5
Pain is a very, how would you say fascinating sentiment.”
The cadaverous figures digits swept across the boys hair as he talked on, disheveling and twisting the small boy’s mane.
“But then again, aren’t they all fascinating in their own way? Happiness, Grief, Anger, Envy, Bliss? Aren’t grief, anger, envy already pain, and isn’t happiness already false emotion to cover pain. Now bliss that is a true emotion, but what if? What if we could make pain bliss and vice versa? Go so deep inside your psyche that envy and anger feel right? That bliss becomes belligerence; that ecstasy can be evoked with just the pinch of the skin. Calumny and catastrophe are no longer carnivorous. Pride and prejudice no longer painful all of it, bliss!”
The small boy’s eyes grew questioning.
“Confused? Think of it more as anesthesiology with a twist, hypnotism with an edge. We are so embedded inside your minds that you are unaware of it. Run away, go ahead, see if you can make it. There’s a corridor on the other side of this pavilion, a few gardens are sure to come, and then another corridor another pavilion, another you, watching yourself stand in this same exact spot confused. But all of that would be an illusion, and you would still be unaware.”
The eyes of the man grew glazed and his hand motions sloppier.
The fire prolonged itself across the boy’s eyes.
“Find me a place for malpractice in the future. Allow me to accompany you throughout the rest of existence in an eternal goose chase. There will no longer be desertion of the battle field. The world would become a battle field. Soldiers of lonely hearts and addicts of any number of addictions.” The man's pace quickened and his body felt numb.
The boy chuckled, mechanically “I believe you’re the one who is confused”
The boy propped himself up removed a comb from his pocket and fixed his hair.
“How strange is it that although, we have both chose this location to rendezvous because the layout was unknown to us, that you suddenly have a complete sense of the position of the corridors? How strange it that out of all of the employees the Grant Company have at their disposal they would send a child as a scout.”
The man staggered back only to regain his balance “How strange, how strange, is there something that you would like to say”
“No but there is something that I would like to have you see. How strange is it how passionate you’ve become within our time here. Isn’t it odd almost peculiar that a man of your wit such as yourself would clearly open up about is illegal meddling of the mind to a child? Open up your eyes Scanesfield. Can’t you see the glass screen in front of you? Can’t you—”
<<Cannid, you’re done, pull out of there>> Rang the loudspeaker from above.
The small boy quickly turned away from the dazed researcher,
“Eot, I’m coming out, prepare the exit”
From within the pavilion grew a door, like white from a fully painted canvas. With one foot already out of the door, the boy popped his head once more and smiled as he watched the once confident man pace back and forth thinking.
“You should really stop doing that that is why you’re in here.” The door closed, the canvas repainted and pain wrenched across the mans face, and ecstasy forced itself around his mouth making him too, smile.
The cadaverous figures digits swept across the boys hair as he talked on, disheveling and twisting the small boy’s mane.
“But then again, aren’t they all fascinating in their own way? Happiness, Grief, Anger, Envy, Bliss? Aren’t grief, anger, envy already pain, and isn’t happiness already false emotion to cover pain. Now bliss that is a true emotion, but what if? What if we could make pain bliss and vice versa? Go so deep inside your psyche that envy and anger feel right? That bliss becomes belligerence; that ecstasy can be evoked with just the pinch of the skin. Calumny and catastrophe are no longer carnivorous. Pride and prejudice no longer painful all of it, bliss!”
The small boy’s eyes grew questioning.
“Confused? Think of it more as anesthesiology with a twist, hypnotism with an edge. We are so embedded inside your minds that you are unaware of it. Run away, go ahead, see if you can make it. There’s a corridor on the other side of this pavilion, a few gardens are sure to come, and then another corridor another pavilion, another you, watching yourself stand in this same exact spot confused. But all of that would be an illusion, and you would still be unaware.”
The eyes of the man grew glazed and his hand motions sloppier.
The fire prolonged itself across the boy’s eyes.
“Find me a place for malpractice in the future. Allow me to accompany you throughout the rest of existence in an eternal goose chase. There will no longer be desertion of the battle field. The world would become a battle field. Soldiers of lonely hearts and addicts of any number of addictions.” The man's pace quickened and his body felt numb.
The boy chuckled, mechanically “I believe you’re the one who is confused”
The boy propped himself up removed a comb from his pocket and fixed his hair.
“How strange is it that although, we have both chose this location to rendezvous because the layout was unknown to us, that you suddenly have a complete sense of the position of the corridors? How strange it that out of all of the employees the Grant Company have at their disposal they would send a child as a scout.”
The man staggered back only to regain his balance “How strange, how strange, is there something that you would like to say”
“No but there is something that I would like to have you see. How strange is it how passionate you’ve become within our time here. Isn’t it odd almost peculiar that a man of your wit such as yourself would clearly open up about is illegal meddling of the mind to a child? Open up your eyes Scanesfield. Can’t you see the glass screen in front of you? Can’t you—”
<<Cannid, you’re done, pull out of there>> Rang the loudspeaker from above.
The small boy quickly turned away from the dazed researcher,
“Eot, I’m coming out, prepare the exit”
From within the pavilion grew a door, like white from a fully painted canvas. With one foot already out of the door, the boy popped his head once more and smiled as he watched the once confident man pace back and forth thinking.
“You should really stop doing that that is why you’re in here.” The door closed, the canvas repainted and pain wrenched across the mans face, and ecstasy forced itself around his mouth making him too, smile.