IVOXMEN

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.. .. .. .. .. .. ..Why have I followed this man into this dark place? Where will these tunnels lead? What nefarious purpose did his intriguing electronic mail fail to describe?.. .. “Have arranged immediate passage for you to Paris. Project 19&4 cannot succeed without your particular expertise.” .. Water drips. Rusted gears clack into place. Pistons hiss carrying great weights of iron. An odd moss glows luminescent as it grows on the ancient limestone walls. .. “But why have you brought me here?” I ask. .. My guide through these labyrinthine tunnels laughs softly. His gloved hands grasp a great wheel of metal, its curved spokes twisting inward, do they end at the wheel's center? Or do they just keep getting smaller? .. He cranks the wheel counter-clockwise three times. Lengths of greased chain slide from dark receptacles. .. A platform. .. A form. .. Human? .. Whatever it is, it is shrouded beneath black rubberized tarp, stretched taut and glistening in the half-light. .. He grabs hold of the tarps edge. .. My breath leaves me for an instant. What sort of horror will I see there? Miles beneath Paris. .. He pulls the tarp away to reveal: .. A quite perfect human form. Female. Raven haired. And quite naked. .. Finally my host speaks. .. “Do not be embarrassed. I assure you, she does not mind. She is perfect, no?” .. “I dare say, sir... but why? Why have you brought me here?” .. “She is perfect, but not alive. I built her. From a single cell I constructed her. But for all my science I cannot bring breath into her body. That is why you are here.” .. “But I'm a poet. A layabout. A dreamer. Nothing more...” .. “I disagree. You are familiar with the fable of The Golem?” .. “Of course. A creature of earth and clay, brought to life with a word written on a piece of paper...” .. He smiles. .. It's absurd. Impossible. But there she lays, pale and cold, yet so much more than earth and clay... .. For months I toil. Eyes stinging with the dust billowing off ancient vellum, parchment. Scrolls unfurl themselves. Priceless cuneiform tablets crumble in my fingers. I sip the strange tea his servants bring me. My pupils dilate, broad black disks in the the dim gaslight of the underground... .. This is madness. Absurd. Impossible. No. .. I slam through doorways and passages. A single page grasped in my hand. The result of all these hours spent away from the sun. .. He smiles that smile of his. .. We type the characters together, they glow orange, gray, green, on the multitude of monitors that surround her lifeless, flawless form. He presents to me the “Enter” key. I punch it without hesitation. .. Great coiled dynamos hum into life. Generators bark and cough clouds of black smoke. The great limestone caverns vibrate. I feel my belt buckle being pulled toward her as great waves of electromagnetic energy pulse in to her body... .. A blinding flash! .. Absolute stillness. .. I blink my eyes. Patterns of her form, the machinery, dance on the inside of my eyelids. .. But still she lays... still. .. “Wait...” He says. .. She sits bolt upright! .. My heart stops, and doesn't resume beating again until she crosses her legs and says: .. “Hello, boys.” .. ... ..

Member Since:

October 23, 2009