The Threshold of Reason
by Henrick Glutonlumps
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speculative fiction for the internet generation.

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The Threshold of Reason


        "Bloody brilliant," I said. "So I am completely screwed. How far gone are these procedures of yours?"

        "You mean the procedure in your mind?" the doctor asked.

        "What else!" I retorted. "How flippin' much has been wiped out from the insides of my head?"

        "Well, according to my approximation, it has maybe been six hours since the zyloid transmitter within your brain suffered a total meltdown. Of course, I use the term meltdown as a crude figure of speech; naturally it did not actually melt, please understand none of your brain has actually melted in fact. It is just a term of convenience so that you, being rather dimwitted and uninspired writer, can understand.

        "So you mean to say that my imagination is slowly being purged and replaced with thoughts that you feel would be more appropriate?" My anger was intensifying...

        "Well, we do not like the phrase purged. It seems to have far too many negative connotations. We prefer to use the term, cleansed and redirected. By now your brain has already began bridging. That is to say filling in the spaces where your previous memories, the ones that both created and inspired your pathetic attempts at writing used to exist. As your subconscious factory changes, you are automatically making adjustments via a channel to surface consciousness; in effect, a whole new and, dare I say, vastly improved you is being gradually reborn. Fresh enhanced memories are being formed, and you are reassembling a new world from them."

        "Reassembling a world?" I echoed.

        "Yes, you heard correct; at this very moment you are preparing to move into that entirely new world. So the world you are experiencing right now is quickly changing to adapt. The world that you have lived in prior, you should understand, is only one out of endless possibilities. You see, as your memory and perceived life experience changes, so in fact does that world that you comprehend to live in. It is actually a remarkably simple process."

        "But what about time?" I asked as I began to frantically consider a way of escape.

        "Time is simply a paradox within the mind. You see, as you assemble new memories, you are in fact creating a parallel world." The doctor chuckled to himself.

        "So all that I currently understand will be changed?"

        "Absolutely and good riddance in my opinion; never again shall you endeavor to compose a feeble, ill conceived, sarcastic horror story. Your stories, please understand, have completely no worth in the ideal world that I dream of, stories that no-one of any merit would even find appealing. Instead all that you will be able to write is out-of-this-world science-fiction type prose utilizing clean logical thought of the highest order. A metamorphosis of staggering proportions, you shall finally be a writer of worth. You see, in that enlightened world I envision, everyone will enjoy and appreciate precisely the same things; whether it is food, music, religion or literature."

        I helplessly peered about me, and realizing that I, like so many before me, was now doomed to my fate, I closed my eyes and inwardly screamed…

The end.




copyright 2006 Henrick Glutonlumps.

Henrick Glutonlumps is a horrible, little, smelly and squat fellow of undeterminable age. He has one compelling ambition, to write a book which becomes part of the Oprah book club.