Dr Joel LaNacey
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I used to be a bunch of atoms but now I'm alive, I guess.
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Decay
I remain ever suspecting of the precise moment of my demise. However, there is very little anticipation that I have yet encountered while in postulation of death. There is no difficulty in placing an exact origin to the unmentionable epochs I attribute to these thoughts; I recall that I began medical school on a Tuesday of November 23, 1999. Ever since my utmost youth had I an avid interest of that of medicine, later culminating in a great desire to learn all that there is of human anatomy. Therefore, it was no bafflement that I excelled at medical school. Nor was it subtle that my instructors regarded my apparent prodigious knowledge with great interest, so much so that it soon came to my attention that my presence was required in the uppermost tier of the medical school where I attended.
By Dr Joel LaNacey8 years ago in Horror
A Plague of Madness
Of all the miscellaneous attributions of the various concise notions created by the human race, it is quite possible that none have been so notoriously simplified than the basic concept of geometry originating as to be centuries before the notion of Euclidean Geometry and that of a reasonable pattern of mass or volume, so much so that even an axiom so bold in its qualification such as color has been deemed by the monotonous thinking of society to be trivial in itself. These were the thoughts of the mad analyst, Thomas Wilson, sitting upon a plane he was not even fully confident was interpreted correctly by his own mind. It nearly bewildered him to think of the fact that merely hours before, the world with which he had been familiar had been a matter of physical sense as it had always been, in which the prospect of an insanity plague obliterating the common sense of even his superior brain wave function was rendered absurd. This chain reaction of thought had now reached a point in which it coincided with a chain reaction of a different kind, which began with the very rare, and what seemed unrepeatable, event of a meteorite of some kind proving resolute against the protective lower stratosphere and was now predicted to be headed for the central portion of the city of London. On this eventful day, Thomas was feeling very unamused of the spectacle attracting the large crowd so predictably entertained on the toned day with a lack of warmth, threatening storm accumulation.
By Dr Joel LaNacey8 years ago in Futurism
