Particle Physics and Tuna : Inside the Hall of the Flounder Quarks [page 2]

"It hurts when I laugh," says the little monkey as he lays upon his deathbed, crying as his mother hold his hand, weeping. The bats outside the cracked window have roosted on the long, dark powerlines that sway in the cruel breeze, from which arises a piercing silence. The twilight of existence is interrupted by the prophetic flashing of the little red LED light attached to the young man's video camera as he tries to capture the soul floating above the body in the hour of inevitable decay and mortality that approaches. You gaze upon the scene, floating, as if you were suspended in some ethereal jelly, wondering. Is this the meaning of it all? The darkness that surrounds them is as pervasive as that which fills their souls --

"I've had enough of this," you say, switching off the VR helmet, sending the entire universe careening back into the infinitesimal point of nothingness that spawned it. "That's just too wierd, too bleak and experience. I thought it would be enjoyable, but it oozed Ingemar Bergman at me. This thing is psycho." you say to the owner as you walk out of the Hallucination Chamber and throw the helmet back onto the hook you took it from. "Yah, buddy, well it's your soul it comes from. And no refunds." the owner retorts. "Piss off," you assure him, and head for the staircase that leads to the exit.

Walk upstairs towards the street level, grumbling about the fifty bucks you just wasted.
Walk downstairs to the parking lot, pondering the purchase of high explosives.

Dan Jones, 3rd yr, Comp Sci, U of Ottawa - u1500478@csi.uottawa.ca
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