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table of content | Part 21Andrew Avila (17/12/2001) At first, Demuel's vision was hazy and intermittent, only showing flashes of his/their surroundings. The only thing he constantly sensed were Magdelana's surface thoughts, her panic and fear at having someone else in her brain, her inner commentary on the situation, and the flood of old memories brought back by current events, all the myriad little associations a mind makes. Dem was shaken, but more by his death earlier that evening than more recent events. His state of shock prevented any new horrors from really registering in his newly transplanted consciousness. Two days later, Demuel and Magdelana had both begun to get the hang of things. Put some choova sauce on those eggs, Demuel said in his and Magdelana's shared skull. "Shut up." Magdelana said aloud. "Why in Gehenna does it matter to you anyway?" she then said, turning suspicious. Demuel of course already knew what was going through her mind. I can tap into your nerves. I want to have some eggs with choova sauce. I want to taste them again. "You can--" see through your eyes? Demuel mentally laughed a stupid, lecherous laugh, and left it that. "You pervert," she growled, swallowing down some more of Byran's runny eggs. "I should kill myself just to be rid of you!" Then the Vau would implant us both in Byran's brain, and you'd like that even less than this. Magdelana looked over at the young one-armed Ukar on the other side of the dining area, and as if on cue, he looked up and smiled. "I suppose you're right," she mumbled bitterly. How do you think I feel about this, being trapped inside the brain-case of some frigid bitch, and trying to tune out her loudest, stupidest thoughts? Demuel snapped. Demuel could feel a rush of fury in Mag, but then, calmness, twinged with a funny kind of sadness. "You're right again, you insufferable creature..." she said very quietly. |