The Untimely Autist
The blue planet rises up exactly on the 29th day. There is no use telling the time here. Forget hours, forget minutes. They all seem trivial in a place like this. Here there are only months. Long, artificially weathered, months.
"Good morning Marians, although that is just meteorologic-ally impossible around here if you know what I'm saying. Ha ha .That joke never gets old. I'm your DJ, J.C. Tedman and you're listening to Hitz From The Crater. Seriously though folks, our first earth rise this year is happening right now and it really does make you reminisce about how disgustingly polluted that sick excuse for a planet is."
"I'll be mildly surprised if Tedman doesn't get quarantined today" says a man in a bathing robe with an automatic toothbrush hovering over his molar, with a heavy note of sarcasm in his voice.
"Ha ha. But we'll talk about that later folks. Right now we have a new single by Kevin Spears called "It Takes A Rocket Scientist To Know You're Not Mine."
Tanner turns off the radio alarm in hope of reclaiming his senses. He hasn't been sleeping very well these days.
"The mark, son..the mark...."
An accomplished schizophrenic scientist. Everyone's role model. How original. He thought to himself. Tanner walks out of his room in his best lab coat, fidgeting with himself from the looks of it.
Tomorrow's the big day, you're gonna lose your scrawniness, the females will like you, yes the females. And just when this pleasant thought of Tanner's starts to reach it's climax, another voice interrupts.
"Mind control..mind control..you know it,Tanner. You refuse to admit it.."
"SHUT UP!"
He combed his hair with his fingers, ignoring the fact that the security guard was looking at him as though he just murdered a baby.
"Earth rise on the end of the month, eh Professor?" said the security guard with a look of distaste but the voice came out almost casually. "Busy day"
"Yeah tomorrow's the launch. The turning point in the history of mankind. Another stinking turning point." said Tanner, or rather, gasped.
"People will die...I can name them all...". Those words seemed to come out from Alan's mouth.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said it better be good!" cried Alan.
Rather rudely, Tanner slams the hover car door shut at the end of the word 'good'. He couldn't take this much anxiety. Yesterday, the voice [or voices] were those of a small boy [or small boys] begging for mercy. Now a serial killer was sharpening it's knife inside him.
He sets his vehicle to auto-pilot, seeing that he doesn't feel rational enough to even step on the gas pedal. Out of desperation to keep the voices out, he turned on the radio.
"Oh girl your kiss is so divine,
You drive me out my fucking mind,
It doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To know that THE WORLD COULD END IN A MATTER OF HOURS, TANNER"
Tanner, who was resting his head on the dashboard meter, jumped and knocked his head on the rear monitor.
Sweating so much that he's worried he might flood the car, Tanner swerved through the air junction straight into one of the buildings and managed to stop his car at the last minute.
"SHITTY AUTO PILOT! Well...at least the radio is broken.."
But the voices didn't stop. After a few more minutes on the airway, after suffering long and painful minutes of "Tanner..you know how blood looks like..but you haven't seen one that was caused by your work..heck, they'd die so fast you won't even see it.." Tanner finally arrived at his workplace. A humongous greenhouse radiating light everywhere that makes it look as though it should have been the sun but got turned down because of it's unnatural look. Elevated platforms crisscross a hovering sign that reads
WELCOME TO SENTRA LABORATORY HEADQUARTERS
Brightening up your present.
Light today. Eternal darkness tomorrow thought Tanner. Although he was momentarily taken aback, this time he was grateful that the voice in his head was his own. Sarcasm never hurts anybody.
As he walked through the crowded platform overlooking a statue of a powerful man, he was stopped by a voice calling his name.
"Hey Mr Crawford!"
*
"Good morning Marians, although that is just meteorologic-ally impossible around here if you know what I'm saying. Ha ha .That joke never gets old. I'm your DJ, J.C. Tedman and you're listening to Hitz From The Crater. Seriously though folks, our first earth rise this year is happening right now and it really does make you reminisce about how disgustingly polluted that sick excuse for a planet is."
"I'll be mildly surprised if Tedman doesn't get quarantined today" says a man in a bathing robe with an automatic toothbrush hovering over his molar, with a heavy note of sarcasm in his voice.
"Ha ha. But we'll talk about that later folks. Right now we have a new single by Kevin Spears called "It Takes A Rocket Scientist To Know You're Not Mine."
Tanner turns off the radio alarm in hope of reclaiming his senses. He hasn't been sleeping very well these days.
"The mark, son..the mark...."
An accomplished schizophrenic scientist. Everyone's role model. How original. He thought to himself. Tanner walks out of his room in his best lab coat, fidgeting with himself from the looks of it.
Tomorrow's the big day, you're gonna lose your scrawniness, the females will like you, yes the females. And just when this pleasant thought of Tanner's starts to reach it's climax, another voice interrupts.
"Mind control..mind control..you know it,Tanner. You refuse to admit it.."
"SHUT UP!"
He combed his hair with his fingers, ignoring the fact that the security guard was looking at him as though he just murdered a baby.
"Earth rise on the end of the month, eh Professor?" said the security guard with a look of distaste but the voice came out almost casually. "Busy day"
"Yeah tomorrow's the launch. The turning point in the history of mankind. Another stinking turning point." said Tanner, or rather, gasped.
"People will die...I can name them all...". Those words seemed to come out from Alan's mouth.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said it better be good!" cried Alan.
Rather rudely, Tanner slams the hover car door shut at the end of the word 'good'. He couldn't take this much anxiety. Yesterday, the voice [or voices] were those of a small boy [or small boys] begging for mercy. Now a serial killer was sharpening it's knife inside him.
He sets his vehicle to auto-pilot, seeing that he doesn't feel rational enough to even step on the gas pedal. Out of desperation to keep the voices out, he turned on the radio.
"Oh girl your kiss is so divine,
You drive me out my fucking mind,
It doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To know that THE WORLD COULD END IN A MATTER OF HOURS, TANNER"
Tanner, who was resting his head on the dashboard meter, jumped and knocked his head on the rear monitor.
Sweating so much that he's worried he might flood the car, Tanner swerved through the air junction straight into one of the buildings and managed to stop his car at the last minute.
"SHITTY AUTO PILOT! Well...at least the radio is broken.."
But the voices didn't stop. After a few more minutes on the airway, after suffering long and painful minutes of "Tanner..you know how blood looks like..but you haven't seen one that was caused by your work..heck, they'd die so fast you won't even see it.." Tanner finally arrived at his workplace. A humongous greenhouse radiating light everywhere that makes it look as though it should have been the sun but got turned down because of it's unnatural look. Elevated platforms crisscross a hovering sign that reads
WELCOME TO SENTRA LABORATORY HEADQUARTERS
Brightening up your present.
Light today. Eternal darkness tomorrow thought Tanner. Although he was momentarily taken aback, this time he was grateful that the voice in his head was his own. Sarcasm never hurts anybody.
As he walked through the crowded platform overlooking a statue of a powerful man, he was stopped by a voice calling his name.
"Hey Mr Crawford!"
*
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