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taxonomites2012-08-23 07:37 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2012-08-23 07:37 pm
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056 ± [visual / location: the brain room] both halves are the better half
Out of everyone Glitch should be most wary of just plonking his tablet down during this musical...thing. Knowing better doesn't stop him from depositing it on the many-buttoned control panel beside the brain tank.
He'll just be a few moments, just studying, just being there and barely tapping the glass because he doesn't want to leave smudges but he needs to be just that much closer. Touch the glass which touches the fluid which touches the half-brain and--
A guitar riff plays as he circles the tank, the tablet recording away as he stops to face it, profile toward the camera when he begins singing.
"We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when.
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend.
Which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago..."
Glitch moves behind the tank so it and its precious contents are between him and the tablet, his pale face cast with a blue-green tint.
"'Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world'."
Briefly he spins away, dancing a bit dramatic and puppet-like before returning, pressing his left hand to the glass.
"I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home.
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed."
Bowing his head, the zipper stopper tings softly against the tank.
"I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here:
We must have died alone, a long long time ago."
Finally his right arm drapes around the tank (the brain) (Ambrose) in a macabre embrace as he repeats the chorus.
"Who knows? Not me,
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world."
The guitar riff continues, a winding, mournful repetition like a half-formed thought and Glitch heaves a sigh, eyes closed as he sings the chorus one final time-- and looked up to see the tablet's light. His expression is blank as he stares at it, and remains so when he steps closer and picks the tablet up.
Then his lip curls into a snarl. "Serves me right," he mutters. "Okay, fine, behold my brain a-and all that. You can ask questions but I I can't guarantee satisfactory answers."
He'll just be a few moments, just studying, just being there and barely tapping the glass because he doesn't want to leave smudges but he needs to be just that much closer. Touch the glass which touches the fluid which touches the half-brain and--
A guitar riff plays as he circles the tank, the tablet recording away as he stops to face it, profile toward the camera when he begins singing.
"We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when.
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend.
Which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago..."
Glitch moves behind the tank so it and its precious contents are between him and the tablet, his pale face cast with a blue-green tint.
"'Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world'."
Briefly he spins away, dancing a bit dramatic and puppet-like before returning, pressing his left hand to the glass.
"I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home.
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed."
Bowing his head, the zipper stopper tings softly against the tank.
"I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here:
We must have died alone, a long long time ago."
Finally his right arm drapes around the tank (the brain) (Ambrose) in a macabre embrace as he repeats the chorus.
"Who knows? Not me,
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world."
The guitar riff continues, a winding, mournful repetition like a half-formed thought and Glitch heaves a sigh, eyes closed as he sings the chorus one final time-- and looked up to see the tablet's light. His expression is blank as he stares at it, and remains so when he steps closer and picks the tablet up.
Then his lip curls into a snarl. "Serves me right," he mutters. "Okay, fine, behold my brain a-and all that. You can ask questions but I I can't guarantee satisfactory answers."