Finish the Fiction Story Contest - Week #38 - @bananafish

The Taste of Chicken
by @f3nix

"What do you feel now?" The scalpel of a monotonous voice, cold as the halogen light blinding him.

"Let me go".

A sudden electric shock followed and almost broke the arched vertebrae of the specimen n. 19-B, while penetrating his limbs.

"What do you feel?"

"The ... the taste of a chicken".

Dense whispering, silent annotations, white everywhere.

He was floating in that white, for hours, perhaps days. Subtle lines, at the corners of his eyes. The last bulwark of Euclidean geometries. Over him, the ceiling was like an enormous virus. Not alive, not dead. Up there, all the gluttony of a pulsating white blasphemy was unfolding over his impotent being. A dodecaphony, ever hungry of new semitones in the musical scale of his moribund ego.

He felt his soul's entrails slowly peeled like an onion. That non-color was slipping inside him, like a sickly glucose sludge, inside every cavity, along every neuron, hair, capillary. It was a profound evil, different from pain. Pain is a vowel. If you're good enough, you can observe it from the outside of yourself till you inevitably lose consciousness.

That, instead. That was nothing less than a grinding profanation of his soul.

"Now. What do you feel?"

"Whaaat do you feeel ..." was the mumbled answer, the sound resembling the broken lung of a deflating accordion.

Silent annotations following.

The synaptic stimulation was proceeding well, soon they could present the product to Mother Unit. It was said that, in prehistoric times, the human being populated the nano-swarm, when it was still called Earth. According to certain niche schools of thought, this.. thing.. could have been at the top of the food-chain. Go figure.

A new product, very efficient in its own way and not missing that pleasant touch of chaoticness, this human. No doubt that the Mother Unit would have liked it and find it entertaining, if not even useful.

The chief demiurge gently closed the skullcap of the specimen n. 19-B and left the room with its cohort of servile apprentices in tow. Enough for today.

My Entry:

Seattle Grace Hospital’s clean white walls greeted The chief demiurge, this setting on the television show Grey’s Anatomy now the paradigm of the demiurge who had settled the planet.

They’d discovered it while studying the human species, and reading the book Gray’s Anatomy. One of the humans alive at the time had made a joke about the television show Grey’s Anatomy then played a video on their phone.

From that moment on the demiurge fashioned this planet in that image because it associated their stay to what it had been prior to their colonization.

You see the demiurge created all existence. However, that meant the cosmos, and the smaller details of that Universe got overlooked in the grand scheme of things. Because of this the demiurge prowled through the vastness of space in search of intelligent life forms to go through their brains, books, movies, music, and any other forms of media.

Although the demiurge remained immortal they also remained formless in their natural habitat. Only when they found a planet with an intelligent life form were they able to create themselves in that life forms image.

They would then devour all information available. And the humans on this planet, much like the life forms on other planets, were deemed expendable in the need for knowledge.

For this reason The chief demiurge removed their scalps replacing them with skullcaps that helped with the electroshock therapy to drain the human existence out of the humans.

“Dr. Hunt!” Dr. Altman yelled.

The demiurge had taken their creation of Earth in the image of Grey’s Anatomy so far as to assume the bodies and identities of the characters from the show.

The chief demiurge had created himself in the image of Dr. Hunt because of his duty as the Administer of Electrotherapy. Only someone with military training could appreciate the industrial need of the resource they were mining.

“Dr. Altman, good to see you today. How are things going with the human hearts?” The chief demiurge replied.

“Fine Dr. Hunt, we’ve been able to keep them beating after death in order to power some of our older equipment based on biological operation.”

“That’s fantastic! Just closed up specimen n. 19-B. Does ‘the taste of a chicken’ mean anything to you?” Asked The chief demiurge.

“Think humans used to say everything tastes like chicken.” Replied Dr. Altman.

They both took in the statement. First they had to remember what chicken meant. Then link it to a form of food. Once complete, they shifted through references of this former food of humans. Once confident that the taste meant an enjoyable flavor they then formed the conclusion that this meant that everything tastes good. They both smiled with this nugget of the human condition now explained.

“Let’s go to the cafeteria. They have chicken there.” Said Dr. Hunt.

“No wait, is Meredith Grey talking to Dr. Webber!” Dr. Altman exclaimed in a hush whisper.

Thank you,
Cyrus Emerson

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