amnesia – interdimensional travel – ultraviolence – booze – drugs – sex – cute little furry red dragon thing – despair – flying saucer – love
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…Jack Waghalter’s semi-lifeless body lay in the contraption, limbs tangled in complicated black metal articulations. The top of his skull had been removed, and a puke-colored gelatinous substance lay thickly smeared over the surface of his brain. Hovering over his brain, shooting little needles of laser-light into it, was a black gizmo shaped not unlike the head of a warthog, rays emanating from its multiple protruberances.
“Too bad we can’t just zorch him from here with full-on virtual reality,” said Beth-17.
“Of course we could,” muttered Agent Xax without looking up.
“Why the hell don’t we, then?” said Beth. “This is like ninety-nine times as much work!”
Xax exhaled smoke at Waghalter’s face. The cloud skimmed across the surface of the striated yellow gel, swirling into tiny cyclones around the energy beams like a writhing punk rock haircut.
“No fun in that,” Xax muttered….