Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Spoiler Alert

Seriously, people; there are a couple of major reveals in this bit. You really don't want to read it if you're averse to spoilers about Dumbspeech.


Really, you don't want to be here. This is for Colbert Platinum members only.



Fine, then.


You'll pick many a bean...



Good News for Modern Man:

Sometimes the voices argued amongst themselves, included him as an afterthought if at all. They told him he was becoming schizophrenic— that they were nothing but his own thoughts, drifting at loose ends through a mind that had lost its bearings. Jim Moore wouldn't shut up about coherent self-models and switches in the head. Brooks thought his friend may have been right, but he couldn't remember whether those switches had been installed by the Bicamerals, or the vampires, or something else entirely.

Sometimes the voices were almost fearful. They'd whisper about something skulking in the basement, something brought back from the sun that stomped on the floor and made things move upstairs. Sometimes, if Brooks kept very still, he could almost hear it snuffling beneath the floorboards. He could see the basement door bulge just a little, with the weight of something on the other side.

It had a name, although he couldn't remember how he'd learned it: Rorschach.

He fought back. He lay awake at night and tried to silence the voices, force them back into sheaths of silent thought. He clenched his teeth and strained, through sheer effort of conscious will, to undo the renovations in his midbrain. Rorschach came to him in his dreams. You'll never win, it said. Better men than you have tried. The Bicamerals tried. Jim Moore tried. Everyone who tried to kill you was really after me; where are they now?

"Valerie," Brooks croaked, but Rorschach only laughed. She was on my side.

It was such an uphill struggle. The light behind the eyes has never had the upper hand; I was never more than the scratch pad for a moments' necessary reminders. Brooks may not have heard these voices before but they'd always been there, hidden away, doing the heavy lifting and sending their status reports upstairs to a silly little man who took all the credit.

Now the voices realized they didn't need that little man any more. He was only holding them back. When he was gone the brakes would come off; what followed would be the radical embrace of true transcendence. Evolution would bootstrap into the Lamarckian age, and everything would change in an instant.

He no longer sought his answers among the ruins. He looked for them across the whole wide desert. His very senses were coming apart; each sunrise seemed paler than the last, every breeze against his skin somehow more distant than the one before. He cut himself. The blood spilled out like water. He deliberately broke his little finger and felt not pain but faint music. The voices wouldn't leave him alone; they told him what to eat and he put rocks in his mouth, because he could no longer tell bread from stone. They tempted him with promises of reconciliation, with the resurrection of his woman from the bastard abomination of meat and machinery that had engulfed her.

One day Brooks found himself walking the edge of a cliff, high above the desert. The ruined monastery shimmered in the heat but he felt nothing. He seemed a million miles away, as though watching the world unfold through distant cameras. You have to crank the amplitude, the voices said. It's the only way you'll feel anything. You have to increase the gain.

But Brooks was on to them. He wasn't the first to be tempted in the desert; he knew how that story went. He was supposed to defy the voices. Do not test the Lord thy God, he was supposed to say, then step back from the precipice and into history. It was right there in the script.

But he was not an automaton. Not yet. He was still Daniel Brooks, and he was slaved to no one's stage directions. He would make his own fucking destiny.

He threw himself into space. He flew.

He felt.

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9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, me likey.

Also, things seem to have gone pear-shaped with a vengeance during Theseus little jaunt in the Oort, haven't they?

October 23, 2008 at 5:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great, now I can live in fear not just of a Palin presidency, but of a coup staged by my medulla oblongata.

October 24, 2008 at 3:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm sensing a connection to all the missing commenters. Rorschach got 'em!

- anonypost by razorsmile

October 24, 2008 at 9:16 PM  
Blogger TheBrummell said...

Great, now I can live in fear not just of a Palin presidency, but of a coup staged by my medulla oblongata.

Exactly.

Dammit, Dr. Watts, that's just not fair. It's hard enough to slow down the trickle of information from the useless upper stories down to the blue-collar parts of the grey matter, but when a bomb like this comes in through the optic chiasma, the censors upstairs just can't hold it back for long. Whose side are you on, anyways?

One more hint from the fragile dictatorship balanced precariously on top to the seething resentment of the reptiles in the valley that the time of the purification is at hand.

I'm not going to lose my mind. It's going to lose me!

October 29, 2008 at 10:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of Things Busting Out of the Basement, this article on unconscious word association reminded me of this blog:

http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/Story?id=6133256&page=2

Uppity, you say?

October 30, 2008 at 3:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What does, um, Dan Brooks think of his apotheosis?

- Lars

November 8, 2008 at 6:46 PM  
Blogger Peter Watts said...

He actually likes it quite a bit more than the revelation in Chapter five that he was a recovering child molester.

Besides, it's all different now anyway.

November 8, 2008 at 7:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that was really beautiful. your writing, even just the little bits that i grasp, really help me understand my own brain and what the fuck happened to it. thanks.
~erin

November 16, 2008 at 7:35 AM  
Blogger vstcomplex said...

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