Only Soma
dentistry, from the other side
of one too many Gibson novels

I can just see it now... upside down in a dentist's chair, supposedly numbed stupid, wearing mirror shades and choking on my tonsils. Damned dentist who looks like a Ken doll humming some cheery tune while drilling holes in my beautiful teeth. A cheap parody of Chiba, where all the dreamers (daemons) go to get fixed. Cure me or kill me, but don't let me hear the drill. The high whining, accompanied by scraping, that resonates through every bone in your neck and skull, echoing in your sinuses -- not a pleasant sense. Like a dreamer, drunk on fishy Japanese vodka, I put myself in the hands of the "professionals" upon whose work the future of my flesh depends. Then again, it's only soma.

--c0demuse
1.21.99
6:35:42 pm

Street Exit

c0demuse '99