Fan Fiction ❯ Fiction (Dreams in Digital) ❯ Chapter 1

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Title: Fiction (Dreams in Digital)SongficT'sukoRWeird, definitely weird. Deathfic, sorta. Switching POV's (don't worry they're marked)Characters and plot belong to me. Song belongs to Orgy. (Whoo! Go Orgy!!)Notes: <song lyrics> ^with a little number after it indicates special note at bottom. More at the end. Young woman (YM) Doctor (D) Virus (V)

YM//
Flashing colors. Pulse, point, counterpoint. A fight. No....a....a...why bother trying to remember? The world around me is strange, and it shifts constantly. I stare down at the vessel of flesh which used to imprison my soul. Barely alive. The people.....doctors..., yes, that's right, doctors, said that she, err 'I' was in a, what was that word? Coma! Yes, that's it! It's so invigorating, an endless sleep with no worries or cares. I must test out my returning memory. The void around me is...psychedelic? No, too 70's. Hey, I remember the 70's!^1 But, the proper word would have to be..digital. Yes, I believe digital fits it perfectly. I can do anything I want, in my own world. My own story.
lost in coma where it's beautiful>from the deep sleep, deep sleep>

D//
Looking in on my patient. Same as always. Good. The longer she stays like that, the longer I keep my job. As I turn away though, I can't help but feel a twinge of pity. What must it be like, living entirely in your own imagination, or not living at all? The thought disturbs me and I push it from my mind, moving on the check the other 'patients' in this fucked up reject excuse for a hospital.
you wonder what it's like?>in a permanent imagination>to escape reality, but you like it like that>

<Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction>
<She dreams in digital, 'cause it's better than nothing>
<Now that control is gone, it seems unreal, she's dreaming in digital>

D//
I stare down at the young woman before me. While a little overweight when first brought in, years of not moving, and barely eating through a tube, have melted away all extra fat. More than should have been. If she gained a little weight, she'd be quite pretty. Right now she just looked anorexic. However, she'll never have that chance. I glance across the room to the Virus standing in the corner. It cracks one eye open upon feeling my gaze linger overlong on it.
"Issh itt tiimmme?"^2
"Yes."
It moves forward, the prosthetic hand resting on the life support button that is keeping this woman before me alive. The other, the 'normal' one, is on her forehead. I avert my gaze as her eyes open, a pulsating glow emitting eerily from them. The Virus is in her mind now. Once it's stolen the data it's Server requires, it will leave. Thank God. I brace myself for the scream I know is coming. Praying that she goes fast.

V//
Taking control of this onna's^3 mind is ridiculously easy. Ahh, yesss, I remember this one. When she was in Japan I had almost extracted the data through her dreams. They had been so easy to compose, control. Child's play really. I sharply bring myself back to task, effectively ending my remembrances. There's the data! I surge towards it, an unholy glee lighting my face and dark polluted material following after me like a huge cape.

YM//
Something is wrong! I see the Intruder on the horizon and order my army to attack. As they stream forward, I'm struck by the fact that they're, well.., pixels! But no time for that. I try to throw up shields to block the Intruder, trying vainly now to wake up. I curse all the times I had the choice to wake up and passed. How could I have forgotten about the Virus after me?! I should have known it would find me! My thoughts are brutally severed as intense pain shoots through my body. I look down and see the Intruder's hand stuck in my abdomen. I scream.
your pixel army can't save you now>finger's on the kill switch>remember I used to compose your dreams, control your dreams.>don't be afraid to expose yourself>I shut you down>made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping>

V//
I feel the killing ecstasy build and peak inside me with her scream. Once, twice, five delicious times before her mind is shattered. Absorbing the data, I click the switch next to me and her breathing abruptly stops. I turn my gaze to the pitiful human crouched by the doorway of the room. He is shaking, pale face averted. I walk softly over to him. You havve been mosst cooperrattiive," I tell him as I plunge my prosthetic hand through his abdomen from behind. ^4 I laugh as he topples uselessly to the ground, dead. Time to collect my reward. I, D-246-X, would be free. And finally I would have a name! I flit off, my maniacal laughter the only sound left behind in the empty room.

<Guilty by design she's nothing more than fiction>
<She dreams in digital, 'cause it's better than nothing>
<Now that control is gone, it seems unreal she dreams in digital>

No, I don't remember the 70's. I wasn't even alive then so....yeah.The weird spelling when the Virus talks is intentional. It's kinda got this weird lisp/hiss thing goin' on.Just in case ya don't know, onna means woman. Each virus has it's own special killing move. This one's is gutting people through the stomach with it's fist.
Authors Notes: The song is called Fiction (Dreams in Digital) and it's by Orgy off their second CD, Vapor Transmissions. (It rocks!) I have no idea why I wrote this. Blame a frozen back of a truck. It wouldn't open so I could get pop! (Coke, to be precise ^_^) Coke is good, it has caffeine as well as other sugary good things. I write twisted shit when I don't have my sugar! (Maybe this should happen more?) Dammit, now I'm thirsty. Ah well. Let me know whatcha' think, K? K! Bye.