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skonen_blades) wrote2006-10-10 05:35 pm
skonen_blades) wrote2006-10-10 05:35 pm
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Ghosts
Ghosts are real.
We were looking for a different kind of energy when we saw the old lady in the middle of the laboratory. The other scientists and I were trying to invent a scanner that would detect dark matter at an atomic level. We turned the machine on and scanned our test quarters. Halfway through the machine’s humming sweep of the room, the old lady appeared.
She looked like you’d expect. Checkered dress, hair in a bun, around 80 years old. She was just standing in the corner doing nothing. Dave screamed like a seven year old girl and dropped his test tubes.
The next five years are a blur. The invention was kept a secret. The lady was identified as Gladys Norbrother from Palm Springs. She had died in the early 1900s. Further research was done. We figured out how to localize her energy field and transport her. We scanned her head specifically and found that by identifying what parts of her spectral brain were showing the most activity we could read her mind. The only problem was that she was senile and on top of that she was in a dream state.
We found other ghosts. We read their minds as well. Even the younger ghosts had impenetrable dense images going through their minds that made no sense.
It wasn’t until my Jessica died that a breakthrough was reached. She was my wife. I think this is the point in time where I officially lost all of my friends and became known as a mad scientist. When the cancer had advanced to a point beyond curing, we cryogenically froze her and put her in a fridge coffin in the research sub basement.
One night when I was drunk, I scanned the room with the dark matter scanner and there she was standing beside the frozen bed her body was lying on. I screamed and passed out. She was still there when I woke. I had sobered up a little bit by this point and the scientist in me took over. I did what we did to the other patients. The speakers nearly exploded. The input was exponentially higher since she was technically alive. She was more here that the other faded spirits we had examined. I got the same shuffled dazzle of images and sensory impressions that we had received from the other experiments except for one crucial difference.
I could sort of understand what they meant.
There was the house she grew up in. There was a flash of the miscarriage. There was an entire minute and a half of the afternoon before we got married. There was a house I had never seen but I think it was her father on the porch. This was all mixed in with a hundred abstract things I didn’t recognize but knowing her as well as I did, it was like I could sort of guess what she was feeling. Like when she said she didn’t want to talk but I knew she did. It was all intuitive.
I knew what she was saying. She wasn’t scared.
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We were looking for a different kind of energy when we saw the old lady in the middle of the laboratory. The other scientists and I were trying to invent a scanner that would detect dark matter at an atomic level. We turned the machine on and scanned our test quarters. Halfway through the machine’s humming sweep of the room, the old lady appeared.
She looked like you’d expect. Checkered dress, hair in a bun, around 80 years old. She was just standing in the corner doing nothing. Dave screamed like a seven year old girl and dropped his test tubes.
The next five years are a blur. The invention was kept a secret. The lady was identified as Gladys Norbrother from Palm Springs. She had died in the early 1900s. Further research was done. We figured out how to localize her energy field and transport her. We scanned her head specifically and found that by identifying what parts of her spectral brain were showing the most activity we could read her mind. The only problem was that she was senile and on top of that she was in a dream state.
We found other ghosts. We read their minds as well. Even the younger ghosts had impenetrable dense images going through their minds that made no sense.
It wasn’t until my Jessica died that a breakthrough was reached. She was my wife. I think this is the point in time where I officially lost all of my friends and became known as a mad scientist. When the cancer had advanced to a point beyond curing, we cryogenically froze her and put her in a fridge coffin in the research sub basement.
One night when I was drunk, I scanned the room with the dark matter scanner and there she was standing beside the frozen bed her body was lying on. I screamed and passed out. She was still there when I woke. I had sobered up a little bit by this point and the scientist in me took over. I did what we did to the other patients. The speakers nearly exploded. The input was exponentially higher since she was technically alive. She was more here that the other faded spirits we had examined. I got the same shuffled dazzle of images and sensory impressions that we had received from the other experiments except for one crucial difference.
I could sort of understand what they meant.
There was the house she grew up in. There was a flash of the miscarriage. There was an entire minute and a half of the afternoon before we got married. There was a house I had never seen but I think it was her father on the porch. This was all mixed in with a hundred abstract things I didn’t recognize but knowing her as well as I did, it was like I could sort of guess what she was feeling. Like when she said she didn’t want to talk but I knew she did. It was all intuitive.
I knew what she was saying. She wasn’t scared.
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