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something. You remember opening a door, and then there was this warm wetness al l around you. You’ve lost the two comrades. You are sliding down a tunnel. There is nothing to grab onto. You can see light up ahead. You shoot with incredible force towards the light, only to emerge out of what seems like a cave being guarded by a huge bloody fanged mouth. The other two shoot out beside you, and stare at the fangs until they move sharply closer to bite... There is fire all around, you are covered in blood―
You wake up. Sweating and confused.
Your online name is Console-Cowgirl and something really bizarre has been happening to you lately.
About a month ago, you scratched the cornea o f your left eye and had to have laser surgery. After a week of being in complete darkness in order for your eye to heal, you began to see things. It started with odd images in the corners of your eyes, peripheral glimpses of faces and buildings that disappear as soon as you turn your head. It is unsettling, like a bad acid trip that lingers around the margins of your vision. But you’ve never done acid. You’ve never been into that. Your online life is enough of an escape for you to not look elsewhere for altered states of being. At the same time, these images recur, have been recurring since the operation and since you’ve started wearing special contact lenses to protect your corneas. The dream you just woke from is among many that you’ve had in the last month and it carries with it a sense of foreshadowing that you can’t understand. What does this mean?
Bright white light exploding all around you. You grab the nearest wall but it seems like elastic, like it wants to pull you into the structure of the building. You see bodies lying on the floor, lots of bodies, they aren’t moving, they have trickles of blood seeping from their ears. Some of it has pooled on the rocking floor. It is so loud, so loud you don’t know how you can see anything. Your eyes are dry and aching from the smoke in the air, bright lights explode all around you, then nothing.
Wracked with the latest series of psychotic visions, you climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. While peeing, you wonder what changed. These dream-like interludes are disturbing and they happen at random moments, like somehow your brain is hardwired into some cybernetic matrix and trips up every once in a while with metaphysical information that surfaces when least expected.
What you don’t know is that the combination of hours upon hours staring into cyber-dimensions, combined with the laser surgery and contact lenses, has altered the hard-wiring of your brain. The dreams and images are a product of a Cassandra mutation, one that causes your eyes to emit light instead of absorbing it, putting you in touch with astral information doled out in synaptic bursts. If someone were to catch your blind visionary gaze they would be sucked into cyberspace, trapped in a matrix of memory and collective unconscious, lost in your mind.
The incredible amount of déjà vu you have been experiencing is related to some change in your physical form. You wonder if you can catch telepathy from someone. You don’t know how else you could be able to read into people’s heads so easily. You’ve been avoiding crowds, spending more and more time online, chatting with random people, not worrying about what grotesque image will surface next in their twisted minds. It’s too early to be awake, and you decide a few more hours' sleep is worth the freakish dreams that are sure to follow. You count the flying windows until you fall back to sleep.
―EXHIBIT NO. 19―
KALEANATHI: THE SMOG GODDESS
You are the daughter of Athena and Kali’s unholy union. Your incarnation: The warrior goddess of destruction. Their gift to you. You float in the essences above the concrete jungle. Your bird’s eye view of the city allows you to feed whenever necessary. The smog is your cover.
You were summoned when Los
You wake up. Sweating and confused.
Your online name is Console-Cowgirl and something really bizarre has been happening to you lately.
About a month ago, you scratched the cornea o f your left eye and had to have laser surgery. After a week of being in complete darkness in order for your eye to heal, you began to see things. It started with odd images in the corners of your eyes, peripheral glimpses of faces and buildings that disappear as soon as you turn your head. It is unsettling, like a bad acid trip that lingers around the margins of your vision. But you’ve never done acid. You’ve never been into that. Your online life is enough of an escape for you to not look elsewhere for altered states of being. At the same time, these images recur, have been recurring since the operation and since you’ve started wearing special contact lenses to protect your corneas. The dream you just woke from is among many that you’ve had in the last month and it carries with it a sense of foreshadowing that you can’t understand. What does this mean?
Bright white light exploding all around you. You grab the nearest wall but it seems like elastic, like it wants to pull you into the structure of the building. You see bodies lying on the floor, lots of bodies, they aren’t moving, they have trickles of blood seeping from their ears. Some of it has pooled on the rocking floor. It is so loud, so loud you don’t know how you can see anything. Your eyes are dry and aching from the smoke in the air, bright lights explode all around you, then nothing.
Wracked with the latest series of psychotic visions, you climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. While peeing, you wonder what changed. These dream-like interludes are disturbing and they happen at random moments, like somehow your brain is hardwired into some cybernetic matrix and trips up every once in a while with metaphysical information that surfaces when least expected.
What you don’t know is that the combination of hours upon hours staring into cyber-dimensions, combined with the laser surgery and contact lenses, has altered the hard-wiring of your brain. The dreams and images are a product of a Cassandra mutation, one that causes your eyes to emit light instead of absorbing it, putting you in touch with astral information doled out in synaptic bursts. If someone were to catch your blind visionary gaze they would be sucked into cyberspace, trapped in a matrix of memory and collective unconscious, lost in your mind.
The incredible amount of déjà vu you have been experiencing is related to some change in your physical form. You wonder if you can catch telepathy from someone. You don’t know how else you could be able to read into people’s heads so easily. You’ve been avoiding crowds, spending more and more time online, chatting with random people, not worrying about what grotesque image will surface next in their twisted minds. It’s too early to be awake, and you decide a few more hours' sleep is worth the freakish dreams that are sure to follow. You count the flying windows until you fall back to sleep.
―EXHIBIT NO. 19―
KALEANATHI: THE SMOG GODDESS
You are the daughter of Athena and Kali’s unholy union. Your incarnation: The warrior goddess of destruction. Their gift to you. You float in the essences above the concrete jungle. Your bird’s eye view of the city allows you to feed whenever necessary. The smog is your cover.
You were summoned when Los
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