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The tidal waves washed ashore the bruised egos of famished Heedons.
Thoughts were like buildings erected upon stolid water that flowed unlike anything above the sheath of glistening grey and white matter.
The pace of change rearranged one piece of reality with another as the un-ending puzzle of questions and quests terminated into offshoots of nonplussed gazes - staring far into the abyss.
Before Dr Woltz happened to realize that his headaches weren't getting any better, he took a few aspirins. The salicylic molecules made it through their familiar pathways, inhibiting enzymes that mediate pain.
But soon something kinetically abnormal took place.
A young Heedon was marking its territories over a borrowed patch of Dr Woltz's neurons - sizzling the electrochemical signatures of pre-patterned thoughts through un-channelised dimensions.
The dead sounds of the evening disturbed Dr Woltz's solitude for the first time in the past 3 decades he had been working for Quintronic Simulations Inc. Beneath the dusty ceiling and over a crooked flow, Dr Woltz simmered in his own marvelous immortality.
But was he really immortal?
Chaotic thoughts grazed all night through his eyes and his ears. The fever seemed vaguely strange for a trivial case of being under the weather. Before he shot a glance towards the mirror, his eyes felt redder than the tropical sun under a treacherous sky.
The Heedons had taken over Dr Woltz's brain. They had no idea of control nor did Dr Wolts had any control over his ideas.
Thus, imminent breakthroughs percolated in Dr Woltz's life. Memories appeared anew - for the first time ever.
Clues of all kind and sort pushed through the barriers of his tacit imagination. The entire world swayed with the shifting paradigms generated by Dr Woltz.
The Aspirin wars had thus begun.
The tidal waves washed ashore the bruised egos of famished Heedons.
Thoughts were like buildings erected upon stolid water that flowed unlike anything above the sheath of glistening grey and white matter.
The pace of change rearranged one piece of reality with another as the un-ending puzzle of questions and quests terminated into offshoots of nonplussed gazes - staring far into the abyss.
Before Dr Woltz happened to realize that his headaches weren't getting any better, he took a few aspirins. The salicylic molecules made it through their familiar pathways, inhibiting enzymes that mediate pain.
But soon something kinetically abnormal took place.
A young Heedon was marking its territories over a borrowed patch of Dr Woltz's neurons - sizzling the electrochemical signatures of pre-patterned thoughts through un-channelised dimensions.
The dead sounds of the evening disturbed Dr Woltz's solitude for the first time in the past 3 decades he had been working for Quintronic Simulations Inc. Beneath the dusty ceiling and over a crooked flow, Dr Woltz simmered in his own marvelous immortality.
But was he really immortal?
Chaotic thoughts grazed all night through his eyes and his ears. The fever seemed vaguely strange for a trivial case of being under the weather. Before he shot a glance towards the mirror, his eyes felt redder than the tropical sun under a treacherous sky.
The Heedons had taken over Dr Woltz's brain. They had no idea of control nor did Dr Wolts had any control over his ideas.
Thus, imminent breakthroughs percolated in Dr Woltz's life. Memories appeared anew - for the first time ever.
Clues of all kind and sort pushed through the barriers of his tacit imagination. The entire world swayed with the shifting paradigms generated by Dr Woltz.
The Aspirin wars had thus begun.
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