02-02 - The process

(Published 20-Oct-2020 19:55:24)

 [generate] : [stream of consciousness] + [filter]

"Secret zombie language" / "Teleportation orgasm" / "Petrified virus" / "Disposable body parts" / "Time siphon" | given the context, likely either zombie or disposable body parts

[ideation] : [catchy intro] + [interesting take] + [sensory details]

Start with an emotion -> where do zombies come from -> sight/smell/taste/body fluids

[catchy intro] : [satisfying phonemes] + [identifiable scenario] + [engage mirror neurons]

[interesting take] : [unusual normal] + [intuitive development] + [satisfying details]

[sensory details] : [include sights] + [include sounds] + [include in-frame interplay]

... and scrap all that because stories, one started, have a life of their own.

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Title: Sinister medic

"I'm scared daddy," said Jackson, as he grabbed his father's arm.

Philip looked down at this crying son.

"You won't feel a thing," lied Philip. "I promise."

"But, don't they have to cut it off?" asked Jackson as he looked at his hand.

Caked, dried blood covered the pale skin on his left palm.

"But son," said Philip. "I can see the bones of your fingers."

Jackson looked at his back of his left hand. Gristle and bone lay visible.

"I'm just glad it doesn't hurt," said Jackson.

"Well, we're next," said Philip. "Just a little while longer."

"Okay, daddy," said Jackson.

Two hours later, Jackson lay strewn across his father's lap, snoring gently.

Nurse Socket walked briskly from her station.

"Now that he's asleep," said Socket. "we can start the process immediately."

Alarmed, Philip said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we have kept an eye on your son since he walked in here," said Socket.

Socket pulled out a white envelope with a zipper and pulled out a moist roll.

"He's been breathing the metatoxin for the last half hour," said Socket. "He'll be asleep for about twenty more minutes. We'll be done by then."

Affixing the moist roll to the wrist, Nurse Socket wrapped once around and locked it in place; then she proceeded to wrap the wrist quickly.

"You must be so proud that your son wanted to donate his necrotic hand to research," said Nurse Socket.

Running her thumb in a circle on the moist roll on Jackson's wrist, a small button appeared.

"Despite what you told your son, this will be painless," said Nurse Socket.

Pulling out a white, linen bag, Nurse Socket opened and placed the bag immediately below the hand.

"You can watch if you like," said Nurse Socket. "It sometimes gives parents peace of mind to watch how painless it is for their children."

With a gentle but firm notion, Nurse Socket pressed the button on Jackson's wrist. The necrotic hand popped of and landed squarely in the white, linen bag.

"If you'll note, the material provides a simultaneous anti-septic cauterizing agent and a deep-tissue anesthetic," said Nurse Socket. "It has saved more lives than I can count."

Nodding approvingly at the flat wrist, Socket said. "He'll be disoriented without his hand for about two weeks; after that, he should be good to go."

From her right pocket, Nurse Socket pulled out a small necklace with an even smaller left hand.

"We like to give these as a souvenir," said Nurse Socket. "They provide a reminder of the choice to give."

Bewildered, Philip accepted the necklace.

"Okay, you're all set," said Nurse Socket. "As agreed, all medical fees are waved, and you'll be expected to let us know if you experience any side effects. We don't expect any, but we are willing to listen."

Philip nodded.

"You are welcome," said Nurse Socket.