Corridors of the Mind
by Shell Lee
It hadn't gone well in the captain's office. Wendy knew she had talked to much when Bridger's eyes glazed over and he looked like he was having a hard time keeping him head above his shoulders. After she was done boring the hell out of him, the captain simply said, "I'll think about." The implied, "once I wake up," was left unsaid.
'Maybe I shouldn't have started on the delicate intricacies of how the mind can project itself onto objects and others.' The doctor sighed out side her door. She really didn't think the captain knew just how much danger there was in leaving Tony untrained. And boring him was just as likely to bend his decision the other way. Well there wasn't anything she could do about whether the captain said yes or no anymore, so she decided to just prepare for the worst. That being if the captain said yes.
***
Mark Girodey woke up with one hell of a headache. He knew it was just the personality of this body's former occupant so he didn't pay it that much attention. Slowly he stood up. It was always a little weird seeing his body lying on the floor. He smiled when he thought of all the money he was going to get for this job. It was defiantly worth the weirdness.
Mark thought back to when this opportunity fell into his lap. He had killed before and had a wonderful reputation for pulling off murders and having someone else take the blame. The thing was he could get inside someone's head and control them. The guy had wanted someone onboard seaQuest killed. His first thought was can't be done. It would take more than one day and all he could stay in someone was one day. Then he saw how much money the person was willing to pay. He told the client that he'd have to think about it. That night he set up the tap on the U.E.O.'s computer, wrote a program that singled out anything to do with the seaQuest and waited for any opportunity to come up.
Then this one had come up. The guy was perfect. He had a prison record and just come into his powers. Girodey couldn't have put together a better scenario. The guy didn't know anything about how to use his powers. Therefore he didn't know how to fight intruders. The fact that he did have powers meant that Mark could stay in the body of this guy for as long as it took. That night Girodey contacted his client and to say he'd take the job.
The woman was still here. She probably wanted the money too. They had worked together on a lot of these things. They had never exchanged names though. Oh well it didn't matter. All that did was that they got the money.
"I'm going to go do the job. It may take me a while so please take care of my body." His voice, that had to be the worst shook of all. Hearing his words coming out in a different voice. It was surreal. It was all surreal. Except for that nagging headache. That was real and this guy, Tony was annoying the hell out of him.
"He has an accent," she said.
"Don't worry. No one'll notice it. I'll make sure of it. See you when I get the job done." Mark turned and left, walking like a drunk. He was still getting used to this body and it had just been drinking.
***
Lucas couldn't really enjoy the software exhibits. He was to worried about Tony. The look on Piccolo's face before he had declined the offer to accompany Lucas made Walenck feel guilty all though the demonstrations. He had found a really cool new game that promised to be challenging. Then he realized it was a rip-off from something he bought two years ago.
'I should've gone with Tony to that night club,' Lucas thought after he brushed off yet another crappie game. 'Doesn't anyone have any real software? Never mind I'll just write my own.' He finished looking around anyway and found something interesting, completely forgetting about Tony for the rest of the night.
***
Tony's head felt like it was about to fall off his shoulders. The pain was intense. Opening his eyes so he could look around took a lot. Still he needed to know where he was. He removed the white sheet someone had put over his head to take a look around.. The place looked like somewhere but with all the pounding going on in his head there was no way Tony was going to figure it out. Filtered red light was everywhere. He was lying on a medical bed in a hospital room. Next to this bed was another with someone under a white sheet and beyond that there looked like another one...
With sudden clarity, Tony knew where he was and it was not a place with pleasant memories. He was in a morgue.
by Shell Lee
It hadn't gone well in the captain's office. Wendy knew she had talked to much when Bridger's eyes glazed over and he looked like he was having a hard time keeping him head above his shoulders. After she was done boring the hell out of him, the captain simply said, "I'll think about." The implied, "once I wake up," was left unsaid.
'Maybe I shouldn't have started on the delicate intricacies of how the mind can project itself onto objects and others.' The doctor sighed out side her door. She really didn't think the captain knew just how much danger there was in leaving Tony untrained. And boring him was just as likely to bend his decision the other way. Well there wasn't anything she could do about whether the captain said yes or no anymore, so she decided to just prepare for the worst. That being if the captain said yes.
***
Mark Girodey woke up with one hell of a headache. He knew it was just the personality of this body's former occupant so he didn't pay it that much attention. Slowly he stood up. It was always a little weird seeing his body lying on the floor. He smiled when he thought of all the money he was going to get for this job. It was defiantly worth the weirdness.
Mark thought back to when this opportunity fell into his lap. He had killed before and had a wonderful reputation for pulling off murders and having someone else take the blame. The thing was he could get inside someone's head and control them. The guy had wanted someone onboard seaQuest killed. His first thought was can't be done. It would take more than one day and all he could stay in someone was one day. Then he saw how much money the person was willing to pay. He told the client that he'd have to think about it. That night he set up the tap on the U.E.O.'s computer, wrote a program that singled out anything to do with the seaQuest and waited for any opportunity to come up.
Then this one had come up. The guy was perfect. He had a prison record and just come into his powers. Girodey couldn't have put together a better scenario. The guy didn't know anything about how to use his powers. Therefore he didn't know how to fight intruders. The fact that he did have powers meant that Mark could stay in the body of this guy for as long as it took. That night Girodey contacted his client and to say he'd take the job.
The woman was still here. She probably wanted the money too. They had worked together on a lot of these things. They had never exchanged names though. Oh well it didn't matter. All that did was that they got the money.
"I'm going to go do the job. It may take me a while so please take care of my body." His voice, that had to be the worst shook of all. Hearing his words coming out in a different voice. It was surreal. It was all surreal. Except for that nagging headache. That was real and this guy, Tony was annoying the hell out of him.
"He has an accent," she said.
"Don't worry. No one'll notice it. I'll make sure of it. See you when I get the job done." Mark turned and left, walking like a drunk. He was still getting used to this body and it had just been drinking.
***
Lucas couldn't really enjoy the software exhibits. He was to worried about Tony. The look on Piccolo's face before he had declined the offer to accompany Lucas made Walenck feel guilty all though the demonstrations. He had found a really cool new game that promised to be challenging. Then he realized it was a rip-off from something he bought two years ago.
'I should've gone with Tony to that night club,' Lucas thought after he brushed off yet another crappie game. 'Doesn't anyone have any real software? Never mind I'll just write my own.' He finished looking around anyway and found something interesting, completely forgetting about Tony for the rest of the night.
***
Tony's head felt like it was about to fall off his shoulders. The pain was intense. Opening his eyes so he could look around took a lot. Still he needed to know where he was. He removed the white sheet someone had put over his head to take a look around.. The place looked like somewhere but with all the pounding going on in his head there was no way Tony was going to figure it out. Filtered red light was everywhere. He was lying on a medical bed in a hospital room. Next to this bed was another with someone under a white sheet and beyond that there looked like another one...
With sudden clarity, Tony knew where he was and it was not a place with pleasant memories. He was in a morgue.