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Wall of Delusion

┬й2000 by Jerry J. Davis



Scott Hague couldn't feel the microscopic nanobots tunneling
through his brain, but he noticed their effect. Every once in a
while it was like a flashbulb had gone off in his small cell. He
would jump, startled. The brightness would fade, leaving the
gray-blue walls, wires, and medical equipment. Sometimes he could
hear noises that he knew were not there. Voices from the past. His
mother, his father, an occasional old friend, and ... his dead
wife. One sound that happened over and over, torturing him, was
his wife's laugh. It was right in his ear --- he could even feel
her breath. He would give an involuntary start, and turn to see
only the unblinking eyes of the monitoring equipment.
The way Dr. Kline explained the nanobots and what they were
doing, they sounded like happy little Disney creatures --- like
microscopic dwarves singing "Whistle While you Work" as they
tunneled their way though his brain, leaving sparking trails of
connections. They were building a spider's web network so Dr.
Kline could plug him in and peer into his memories. After they
were finished they would die, or go away --- Scott didn't know,
that part hadn't been explained to him. All he knew was that his
brain would become compatible with Dr. Kline's computer network,
and Scott would be reduced to a peripheral.
Of its own violation, his arms or legs would suddenly give a
jerk. Out of nowhere, Scott would give a single hiccup. Once his
vision froze, like his mind had taken a snapshot picture and
that's all he could see. Before he could worry about it the
picture was gone, replaced by normal vision. It was annoying, but
Scott always tried to look on the bright side. There was a good
30% chance this would kill him. That would be such a relief. Scott
felt he was the living dead anyway, he had ended his life as he
knew it just a little over two years before. He had needed three
shotgun shells, but fate had only given him two.

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The clues that something was wrong kept appearing, sad

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