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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A schizophrenic, bipolar, shunt junkie in the year 2152.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - 2152

Submitted: June 30, 2011

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DHn! DHn! DHn! \"That fucking alarm!\" rasped Johan, punching the display on his multipurpose armband, propped up precariously on his bedside desk, accidentally knocking it down to the floor. He had said that many times before, yet never managed to actually change it. Funny how the human mind worked.

He pulled his lethargic organic shit of a body out of bed, and slowly started the wake up process. His shower was equipped with magnetic fields designed to induce alpha brain waves, in addition to the fairly often disappointingly luke-warm water. He laughed at the thought of humans meditating in the past to reach such a relaxed state of mind and all the past religions and drivel associated with such.

We really are a funny species...We find meaning in the most trivial and random things... I can't believe there were people that dedicated their lives to thinking like this...

Now in his artificially focused mindstate, Johan shoveled some fridged left overs into his mouth and headed out the door. He grabbed his hoverboard from its storage locker, jumped on and began the glide towards the dismal office that seemed to suck the majority of his life dry. He worked as a statistician for the United Statesgovernment.

Oh the life of a Federal employee, he thought to himself with sarcastic gusto.

Every day he was barraged with random, trivial, not to mention, often bullshit, due to the ordinary citizen's average to below average IQ leading them to fuck up the formatting of every other goddamn database sent to him, bits of information, ranging from the average concentrations and volumes of urea secreted by the average space-goer, (yes the average amount that people pissed in space), to the salaries of Ted Turner's descendents and obscene profits raked in from their plethora of land on Mars and elsewhere, to data of Federal Employees concerning days taken off as sick days which covered such interesting topics such as the months, climate, Myers Briggs personality profile, you name it of these people, looking for trends to pin these unethical bastards for taking an extra day off and decreasing the governments productivity by a hundred thousandth of a decimal place.

I'm sure living the life....

Johan stored his board in his parking garage locker and slowly trudged over to his wonderful cubicle. Five new databases were already on his computer as he booted up.

Let's see, should I start with federal income tax ratios to family tree or type of animal owned by personality...

Back at home, He strapped himself into the only thing that kept him sane, a thing that paradoxically loosened his sanity in reality, his retrofitted neural shunt. The word he was looking for rather was something like \"neutral\" and or calm. In fact, he was pretty far from reality already as he was schizophrenic bipolar, but he only heard voices and or talked to himself from time to time now. It was much better than a few was years ago, and his ratio of talking to people and integrating with the real world compared to the alternative reality was evening out significantly. However, life was still painfully boring and blood sucking at times. With the shunt he could escape the world and noise within his head and gain control, looking at the world with heightened perspective, like a god above his dominion, with his now, omnipotent mind. He remembered hearing that people a century ago had ingested chemicals to reach certain levels of \"hallucinogenic\" consciousness, some coming from wild mushrooms even.

How savage, he chuckled, they were no better than the goddamn monks.

Well today, with a little hacking know how, one could modify their neural shunt to alter their neural network in a similar way psychologically as the substances of those psychonauts of old, that was viewed just as ethically nefarious, as deemed by the kings of contemporary culture and society as it was a century ago. Usually everything was done wirelessly, streamed to the shunt, but activity such as this was monitored intensely by many of the same people whose data he worked with every day, so a few changes had to be made in such situations. Johan had, with the help of a few friends, one of which was much more adept and knowledgeable of these devices and the human body, as she was a bioengineer, aka a cyborg, as the colloquial term was used, was able to modify his shunt and reprogram the auxiliary repair port for his own purposes . He plugged in his laptop's adaptor plug, flipped the back slot of the shunt open, revealing the small port slot and plugged in. He opened the particular conscious state he felt like experiencing today, this time something fairly close to the effects the LSD of the savages, and booted up.

Static, electrical surges clicked throughout his brain, as he was immediately out of body, into mind. The world was no longer seen from the body of Johan per se, but rather a slightly diminished ego of that organic life form. He felt euphoria surge throughout his essence, his neural existence that he was and had become, and felt connected to the universe in those inexplicable ways beyond comprehension.

It's Good to be back. That body of mine is getting rather confining...


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