Packet Monitor System

Part 15: Omicroniditis

R awoke, his arm was almost back to normal. But now his blood was sappy and his eye less puffy. He went to the nearest bathroom and vomitted . Not the day he imagined. Not the day Ascii imagined.

Godamn fuckity-fuck he was thinking. I didn't want to do those drugs but somehow I thought I had no goddamn choice. No choice. But to do them. No choice but to inahle them like a hotdog eating champion.

And that it is when it hit him . The director had not called in some time. Was he doing everything well?

His brain raced through many things as he puked again. He needed noodles. He needed something hot and fiery.

Cinder had knocked on the door hard. But his head was hot and white. His right eye left a stining sensation. He just looked at it and stared at it. Poked it. Was he still high?

Sensations in his genitals errupted. He threw up again. The aspirin now in white and tiny pharm packages braised his hand and paper cut his fingers as he lurched for it. Blood trickled little by little on the ground.

"Huh!" R said. 

The package on the outer slip said OMicronditis L. So he had no choice to stop throwing up. No choice but to sit there and take the recommended aspirin. He'd have to settle down now as the other medicine was cutting into his cortical nerves. He drank a glass a water and the water shattered off the table. It was a fancy sink that smelled like  chamomille and lavenderesque plants. Milkweed in the corner. Omicriconditis was an anti-inflammation pill and it said used as directed. It said tilt head back and consume with a neon yellow chaser. Which was in its own seperate bag. It would help the steely pain in his fucking arm. It would help with that searing meat pain, the ugliness of it all. He had never OD'd.

There was another mission with Anka Sevelerance he recalled. Summer of 2001. He partied it up with his friend Drexler Comatosz, Finnegan Anchors, and Sepultura Manigans. All of his friends from Comp sci college 009098. They all wanted to go Amsterdam and fuck about. They wanted to get schiltz. They wanted to get fucked. So they went as furious as they could like a Ferrari winding down a cold night with a hot engine, like a tiger in the dead of winter looking for its mate. And greeted by 7 women in clown masks. The one he wanted as the strobes hit that night was Anka. It said on her nametag for chrisjesus. She had slinky dead ghost white panties. A brassiere that was showing undeboob . And hair that was like a whip. He wanted her. But something not so similiar to his situation now, and then. It was where Anka took him. He walked his hand up her sweaty breasts in this room. Mirrors all triangualted in a triangualr room. Roses on either side. Roses dipped in poision on other side. And she grabbed one of those fuckers beknownst to him. His shirt ripped open like some sort of experiment. Scars torn into the pages of his shoulders from a different night. Scars torn into the pages of his spine from a different night. But a chip imbedded near wherever his larnyx may have been. She fucking did it. He drifted his fingers out of her vagina , slowly and with maximum and slow and silky precision. She was almost ready to writhe in a climaxed way and she did it! She put the rose near his nipple and jabbed it into his abdomen his left one, and the poision crept in slowly. And he foamed in the mouth like a rabbid hyena as he finger fucked her again and again. But the poison in that room kept surging through his blood stream. He fell limp like an aspargus. She cuffed him. And then someone else entered the room and questioned him, slapped him. That was the last he remembered as he foamed from his mouth.She left the key near his leg. But the chip. She took it.

He knew about this pill because with the neon chaser. That is what helped him sop up the poison. The agency did rescue him last time . He woke up next to her last time.

And thus R took the Omirciconditis pill with the yellow neon chaser. And suddenly his nausea dampened down. His eyes got better and everything clearer.Ascii. It was all about Ascii now. And the thought of Anka chilled him to his core. But he did long for her.

He drank another bit of water and left the room.

"Gotta run, I have to find Ascii." 

He twisted the handle violently and had the usb in tow. He was ready to be the tiger in winter.