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| Keven R. Bye Assignment : 8 | |
| 2961 Cardwell Ln Kris Franklin | |
| Frankfort, KY 40601 Date: 25 July 2011 | |
| Word Count: 2997 | |
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| IF ONLY WE COULD BOTTLE THAT | IF ONLY WE COULD BOTTLE THAT |
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| I’m not sure exactly when I woke up. I don’t know exactly where the line is between being unconscious and conscious. I do know that I was very confused. | I’m not sure exactly when I woke up. I don’t know exactly where the line is between being unconscious and conscious. I do know that I was very confused. |
| “Mr. Grains, you’ve been in a traffic accident. You’re in the hospital; we’re taking care of you.” Her face was pleasant, but there was something wrong. There was something she wasn’t telling me. She gave me a plastic smile and walked away. | “Mr. Grains, you’ve been in a traffic accident. You’re in the hospital; we’re taking care of you.” Her face was pleasant, but there was something wrong. There was something she wasn’t telling me. She gave me a plastic smile and walked away. |
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| At first, I thought there was something wrong with my arms, but then I realized they were strapped down. There was also some sort of cloud muddling all my thoughts. I remembered an old lesson, and went to work. | At first, I thought there was something wrong with my arms, but then I realized they were strapped down. There was also some sort of cloud muddling all my thoughts. I remembered an old lesson, and went to work. |
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| The brain is an incredible organ; the mind is even more incredible. Where one stops and the other starts is hard to say; its like trying to define where your body stops and your spirit starts. My unusual upbringing helped me understand a lot in these things. My grandmother had been called a mountain witch, and it was quite a badge of honor. The lessons she knew were more often passed on through the female of the line, but I had been an exception. I’d learned much; to see auras, to feel moods and to calm myself when needed. And now, I cleared away the cloud in my head. With a clear head, I could think. I reached out with my mind and felt around. | The brain is an incredible organ; the mind is even more incredible. Where one stops and the other starts is hard to say; its like trying to define where your body stops and your spirit starts. My unusual upbringing helped me understand a lot in these things. My grandmother had been called a mountain witch, and it was quite a badge of honor. The lessons she knew were more often passed on through the female of the line, but I had been an exception. I’d learned much; to see auras, to feel moods and to calm myself when needed. And now, I cleared away the cloud in my head. With a clear head, I could think. I reached out with my mind and felt around. |
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| There were other people around. They felt sedated. Some felt very weak. But there was something else I could feel; something in the distance that felt. . . just. . . wrong. Some sort of energy hole. I’d never felt anything like it, and it scared the shit out of me. At 22 years old, I was rarely afraid of anything or anybody, but this hole gave me a terror. | There were other people around. They felt sedated. Some felt very weak. But there was something else I could feel; something in the distance that felt. . . just. . . wrong. Some sort of energy hole. I’d never felt anything like it, and it scared the shit out of me. At 22 years old, I was rarely afraid of anything or anybody, but this hole gave me a terror. |
| For all appearances, I was in a hospital. But from what I could sense, (or more importantly, what I didn’t), something was wrong. It was quieter than it should be There were things missing; worried loved ones couldn’t be felt anywhere. The ones with busy, working minds were the staff. They felt unusually cold and uncaring. Unhurried, and unconcerned, too. And then, out of the edge of my perception (which I had learned was 100 feet on a good day), I felt another mind. He wasn’t so cold; he seemed quite happy. The others tensed up around him, which meant he was in charge. Suddenly, I realized he was heading toward me. So, I pulled | |
| myself back into my body and groggily prepared to find out just what was going on. | For all appearances, I was in a hospital. But from what I could sense, (or more importantly, what I didn’t), something was wrong. It was quieter than it should be There were things missing; worried loved ones couldn’t be felt anywhere. The ones with busy, working minds were the staff. They felt unusually cold and uncaring. Unhurried, and unconcerned, too. And then, out of the edge of my perception (which I had learned was 100 feet on a good day), I felt another mind. He wasn’t so cold; he seemed quite happy. The others tensed up around him, which meant he was in charge. Suddenly, I realized he was heading toward me. So, I pulled myself back into my body and groggily prepared to find out just what was going on. |
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| “Good morning, Mr. Grains. I’m Doctor Morgan Sonnen.” The man was middle-aged, tall and thin. His skin was tanned, and he appeared to have a somewhat athletic frame. He looked at me directly when he greeted me, and then went to looking at the contents of a clipboard while he continued talking. “You’re probably wondering why your arms are strapped down. I assure you, it was done for your own well being. You see, you’ve suffered a head trauma, and you probably have some memory loss. As a matter of fact, this is the third time I’ve seen you. I only offer you my word that you’ve been less than sedate lately. Some of the medicines we’ve been forced to give you to reduce the swelling of your brain can have some nasty side-effects.” Now, he looked at me, waiting for a reply. I asked, | “Good morning, Mr. Grains. I’m Doctor Morgan Sonnen.” The man was middle-aged, tall and thin. His skin was tanned, and he appeared to have a somewhat athletic frame. He looked at me directly when he greeted me, and then went to looking at the contents of a clipboard while he continued talking. “You’re probably wondering why your arms are strapped down. I assure you, it was done for your own well being. You see, you’ve suffered a head trauma, and you probably have some memory loss. As a matter of fact, this is the third time I’ve seen you. I only offer you my word that you’ve been less than sedate lately. Some of the medicines we’ve been forced to give you to reduce the swelling of your brain can have some nasty side-effects.” Now, he looked at me, waiting for a reply. I asked, |
| There was a hallway. I could hear the wheels of a gurney on the floor. A teenage girl was on it, eyes looking like dull marbles amid red and swollen flesh. I heard Sonnen’s voice speak: “Reginald, what you see here isn’t a young girl. She drugged and whored herself into obscurity. She has at least 3 kinds of sexually transmitted diseases, and her last trip took away most of her sanity. Now, she could be cared for by tax dollars for the rest of her life, or we could do our nation a service.” Reginald swung open a very thick metal door, revealing a white, clean room. In the ceiling was a device shaped like a crescent moon the length of the gurney. Cables hung down at one end. The gurney was rolled in and placed under the device. The doctor worked some controls at a console and the device lowered. Sonnen continued speaking as he worked near the girl’s head. “Fossil fuels, fission, fusion. . . All these messy ways to harness | There was a hallway. I could hear the wheels of a gurney on the floor. A teenage girl was on it, eyes looking like dull marbles amid red and swollen flesh. I heard Sonnen’s voice speak: “Reginald, what you see here isn’t a young girl. She drugged and whored herself into obscurity. She has at least 3 kinds of sexually transmitted diseases, and her last trip took away most of her sanity. Now, she could be cared for by tax dollars for the rest of her life, or we could do our nation a service.” Reginald swung open a very thick metal door, revealing a white, clean room. In the ceiling was a device shaped like a crescent moon the length of the gurney. Cables hung down at one end. The gurney was rolled in and placed under the device. The doctor worked some controls at a console and the device lowered. Sonnen continued speaking as he worked near the girl’s head. “Fossil fuels, fission, fusion. . . All these messy ways to harness |
| energy. They either pollute, are dangerous, or just too damn expensive. But here-“ A drill could be heard- “We have a way to harness that elusive spark of life, and transfer it into clean energy.” The drill stopped, and cables were moved into place. “Of course, not everyone has the same amount of spark. I’m sure you’ve watched small children, admired their energy, and stated how you wish we could bottle it.” He laughed. “Well, we can! But now, its time for us to leave the room while the instrument does its work. I like to think of all the useful work electricity can do; so much more good than the world would ever have gotten out of her!” | energy. They either pollute, are dangerous, or just too damn expensive. But here-“ A drill could be heard- “We have a way to harness that elusive spark of life, and transfer it into clean energy.” The drill stopped, and cables were moved into place. “Of course, not everyone has the same amount of spark. I’m sure you’ve watched small children, admired their energy, and stated how you wish we could bottle it.” He laughed. “Well, we can! But now, its time for us to leave the room while the instrument does its work. I like to think of all the useful work electricity can do; so much more good than the world would ever have gotten out of her!” |
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| I snapped back to the here and now. Only a moment of real time had passed. Scared shitless, I pleaded, “Reggie! Look man, I’m not a druggie! This is wrong! You know it! You’ve got to help me get out of here!” | I snapped back to the here and now. Only a moment of real time had passed. Scared shitless, I pleaded, “Reggie! Look man, I’m not a druggie! This is wrong! You know it! You’ve got to help me get out of here!” |
| “Guards. Too many. And when they energy-scanned you-“ | “Guards. Too many. And when they energy-scanned you-“ |
