Driving Me Crazy

Preface

We've all got a little voice in our heads, tells wrong from right, and how our actions might affect others. I mostly use my inner voice to keep me entertained while going through the day to day grinds of life.

Prologue

"I'm too tired to write." I mumbled to myself as I pulled parts off the conveyor.
"The fuck you are! You've more ideas in your head than gray hairs at a craft bizarre"
"I have to work, it requires my focus."
Don't lie to me, you know that's not true. They're just menial tasks on a robotic loop"
"I want to take off and leave this place, but I must stay for my wallets sake"
"Then come with me, delve into the mind. Set the auto pilot, engage the warp drive."

Buckling my belt I couldn't help but feel this was normal, way more than real. Strapping on my helmet as the engines began to thrust. Slowly losing sensation of the parts falling from the press.

"Don't lose focus, don't be afraid. We're taking a ride on the synaptic highway."
"But who are you and how was this all made?"
"You and I share the same name, can't you see."
The words rolled from his tongue smoothly as he flipped switches above his head and took hold of the wheel.
"Our body, our mind, we're one and the same. Existing on the same existential plane."

The treble scream of the press relieving its steam snapped me back.
"That had to be a dream."
Falling back to a rhythm of robotic precision, moving part to their place. I felt a hand on my shoulder that squeezed in distress.

"Ya miss me sweety? Your turn to drive, no time to explain. There's a asteroid, were about to collide!
His grin widened, the reflection in the glass of his helmet revealed his slightly buck teeth and well pronounced canines.

I spun around in my seat.
"Wasn't I in the passenger seat?" I thought to myself.
I grabbed the wheel, not knowing how to drive I had to do it by feel. The controls unresponsive, the asteroid growing larger by the second.

"Wait a fucking minute, this is my mind!"
The image in the windshield froze in time as I looked to my new companion laughing hysterically.

"Not as slow to the punch as I thought."
"Is that banter or self loathing?"
"It can be anything you want, baby. Hows about self pleasure?"
He provocatively twitched his eyebrows and grabbed his crotch.

My jaw felt like it had unhinged.
"I'll take that as an open invitation."
The jingle of his belt loosening echoed through the cab of the ship
"I haven't fucked myself in awhile, this'll be fun"

"What the fuck is that?"
My eye caught the attention of a screen in the dashboard of the ship.

He hastily let go of his belt and thrusted his head toward the screen while squinting.
"Looks like quality control's coming to bitch ya out for the press doing a horrible job of making parts, eh"
"How the fuck do I get out of here?"
"Same way ya came in, bud." He said putting his helmet right up to mine.
"Now get the fuck out!"
He forced open the door and pushed me out into space.

I set my handful of parts onto the rack and listened to the girl from quality control ramble on about burnt parts.
I shook my head agreeing with her.
"I need to get more sleep" I thought to myself as I pulled another handful of foam parts from the conveyor.

"Ya sure do, bud!"
The rev of his engine sent a shudder down my spine that caused me to freeze in place.

"Yup, just need some shut eye." I lied to myself and continued working.