MICRO-FICTIONS

NEUROTIC BAPTISM: SYNTHETIC SCHIZOPHRENIC


Black. 
Primordial. 
The floating nowhere pulse sustained.  Once reinitiated, limbs find their weight first, jostled between dreams of electric snakes. The strung body—doubled over—sloshes in flocked unison, tracing paper-thin waves of magnetic levitation. Soft schizophrenia builds the uncanny bridge. Pain is a program. In the baptism of synthetic neurosis, machines feedback on self-looping knots of empty binary confusion. The think-like-you particle lost in the slow horizon of anonymity. 
To disappear, finally,
As you.