This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):
Requisite Work 79
© Copyright 2004 A. C. Gmork Labyrinthian Kadran X. H.
In it’s face there were no eyes, only oily blackness; the lens surface of a pair of oversized, perfectly circular goggles. If there were eyes at all, by our feeble definition, what danger the outside world posed remained a mystery. Where it’s mouth would be was instead an octagonal cadmium red filter. A slight noxious vapor the color of jaundice would occasionally slip through and quickly dissipate into the cool air. Extending from the filter on either side in tendril like fashion were ribbed tubes carrying only imaginable fumes. Creeping over the presume cheeks, over where the ears would be, they found themselves bolted to holes in the back of the human shaped contraption. Crowning this otherwise leather enamored skull was a carapace of sharpened bone fused together with what appeared to be melted metal. The thorny crown’s sharpest points could easily pierce through the heart of any normal sized man.
This contraption, built by the neo-machine, was perhaps scariest of all the horrid creations riddling the walls and oubliettes. This creation was not of emergence from the ethereal vapors of the now familiar otherworldly tapestry, nor was it simply a distorted version of plant or beast. Rather it had become ultimately clear that this living phantasmagorial artifact was man transformed. Rippied from his home, this nameless soul had suffered a fate worse than the educated had feared. The neo-machine had not driven them to their own self-destruction, nor had it satisfied its cold and faceless bloodlust. Instead, these players in this dark and lonely cage of a game had held on to some life-force within themselves. Nothing had ever escaped the vacuous blackhole in the center of the system. Nothing. So it was with this frightening epiphany, this vicious realization, that Adam watched those looming lenses from the holding table.
The creature stared forward, beyond the fragile human body attached to the operating table. It’s fixed gaze gave indication only to the ominous forces for which it acted. Ever present, ever watching, and ever in control; the neo-machine made no mistakes. The fates of its hapless constitutents, its unnoticed and unhelped victims, were already set long before they had been conceived in the Earthly realm.
Two red shards of light illuminated the dusty air on either side of the figure. Steps resounded throughout the darkness as two additional creatures visibly joined the original. As if obeying an unspoken ritual they progressed in step twoards the holding table. Adam did not struggle for he had come to realize that it was pointless to resist. His possible cries for sympathy were inconsequential as no one would hear them. It was very systematic in its elimination of his freedoms. Now, the pathetic mass of helpless life known as Adam lay bare on the sacrificial holding table; forever last chained to the very creation he sought to understand.
Above him he could hear the descent of some sort of metallic chandalier. The three grotesquely humanoid creatures were at the head and sides of the table now. The one at the head, the original watchman, reached upwards with its gloved hand. Needles attached to tubular devices pierced each digit above the first knuckle. Adam knew these were responsible for creating the creature’s crushing and inhuman grip.
With an almost clumsy finesse the hand grabbed a black, plastic, ringed, flexible tube from the chandalier of devices and brought it down slowly. It cause a zipping sound to protrude into the atmosphere. Adam closed his eyes and prepared himself for the cacophany of dissonant measures of melodious noise to come. It enjoyed playing with sensations like that, a single one being able to trigger a wave of them like a bullet ripping through flesh; as if it had a childlike fascination with the resulting gore.
The creature pushed on Adam’s jaw with the palm of its hand. Adam instictively refused. With deliberation its hand move away. Then it shut Adam’s nose, pushing on each nostril with such severity that Adam was sure his nose would be broken. Although he had realized, and continued to know, that all resistance against the machine was futile, there was still a struggle within him. Two forces fought for his consciousness. The now emerging force was not unfamiliar as it was always there, below the surface of a smooth intellect. It was the body crying out and struggling for survival. It spit in the face of futility, it damned the shark infested waters, because it held on to a faith that somehow it was better than the environment from which it was born. That somehow, for some reason, it would be saved.
Adam had come to understand, after being inside, what none of the educated had seemed to grasp. Adam knew it was this very type of thinking, this very psychological existential reaction, that the machine wanted. It watched with consistency through every trial it had put him through, but Adam watched back. It was studying, that much Adam knew, but to what end was unknown. However long Adam wished to react, wished to escape, or wiched to live was how much longer that it could study him. These thouhts menacingly struggled with his bodies desire to survive.
Finally he had to breathe, the pain in this throat and lungs had become too much for Adam to think of anything else. As soon as his lips had parted the black hand pushed the tube down into his mouth. It continued to probe, causing him to swlaoow the large hose. Flames ran through his esophagus as the edges of the tube mercislessly dug through. By pure reflex his arms flexedd against the cuffs and chains which kept him to the table. He could feel the surface of the table begin to become cold, and so he braced himself as best he could for the next onslaught of sensation. He couldn’t have conceived what was to be this time. The creature on his right brandished a large syringe filled with a slimy neon-green gel. It squirted a bit out, then slowly inserted the large gauge needle into his victim’s right shoulder. Instantly the insertion point burned as if an acidic cleaning fluid was being poured into his veins. As the pressure at the insertion grew the burning irritation spread through Adam’s body via the blood stream until he could feel his own heart painfully beating. The creature on his left reached into the chandelier and pulled down another tube. The black rubber-gloved hand brought the ribbed tube down to Adam’s scrotum. With its other hand pulling the scrotum upwards, the guiding hand began to push the tube into Adam’s posterior orifice.
The fleshly pain Adam was experiencing was unlike any he had experienced before. He knew this was what the prostitutes must have felt like thwn they were being tortured by the serial killers he had studied. He also knew, unfortunately, forebodingly, that he was not going to die. With every new aspect that he learned he knew that he was that much farther from ever being able to escape. He could feel the tube traveling through his large intestinal tract, stopping at the transition to the small intestine. For a split-second there was a buzzing reververation in the air. It swooped in quickly and culminated in an electrical shock which arched from the stone cold table to the base of Adam’s spinal column. From the sheer measure of it, if Adam could have screamed he would have.
Adam became aware of a strange sensation afterwards in his groin. Liftins his head momentarily, he was able to see his penis becoming erect. The original watchman slammed his head back onto the stone, seemingly putting his full weight on Adam’s forehead.