Dec 10 2008
Odd Dark Fiction 3
The voice inside gloats once move, “The goggles, dear one, notice how the goggles are not just on their faces, they are an essential element of their faces, just as your eyes and brows and nose is essential to your face. Their goggles are not accessories; they are their means to interact with all that is before and behind them. Those are not what you think they are in deed no, oh no, they are not that at all.” It pauses in the endless tirades, really an extension of electrical impulses given a purer form in this instance, “See how they are blockading off the crack, some power walked here and only a few notice the reality, you not being one such as I and so unable to recognize the truth, even if it were to sting you into enlightenment.” It stopped for a while, easier to think when it was not spouting off like that inside the skull, should never have had that implant put it, knew there was something screwy about it, dammed all to the thirteen corners of the world.
Leaving my hands on the wheel, not staring too long at the two cops manhandling the sign stating, Error 404, Road Not Found, why the hell does it say that, that is a TCP error, not a roadway sign, still the two cops glare at the car as it cruises past in the line with the others circumventing the slicing of the mountain side.
Past there and up along the many switchbacks, they increase the higher and darker it becomes, night having fallen and with it the illumination that comes with the message from the Sun, now it is down to human intuition and faulty Halogens to light the way across the top. The road slowly putters out devolving into a rude dirt track the car has issues in negotiating. Art and part of the quest to conquer, there are hopefully no more obstacles to truly stand in the way.
