The man sits tied naked in a chair bolted to the
floor. He is thin, but his body has gone to fat. His feet are long and dirty.
The room is white. There is no visible source of the piercing bluish light that
floods the room and washes away most color. The chair fronts a steal desk also
bolted to the floor. Behind the desk sits a woman dressed in a long flowing
robe. The sleeves of the robe are pulled up and the forearms of the woman are
exposed. The skin of the back of her hands and arms is translucent with veins
snaking up and disappearing into the sleeves of her robe.
"Do you believe in Ghost?" She asked.
"No. I don't."
"What about God? Do you believe in God?"
"No."
"Do you believe in any kind of Spirituality or after life?"
"No, I don't believe in any of the so called 'truths' that are inexplicable and outside of reason."
"Are you an atheist?"
"I believe people can make up anything and believe in it so strongly that their lives are controlled by their beliefs, and they will commit acts because of their beliefs. People will commit horrible acts that do great harm as well as small acts of charity and goodness they hope will redeem them."
"Do you believe in good and evil?"
"I believe a battle between irrational and rational forces rages in everyone's head."
"Do you hear voices?"
"I hear a lone voice. I don't believe the voice comes from God or nature or is the voice of some Spirit that lives in Nature.
"What does the voice tell you to do?"
"It tells me to be reasonable."
"Will you be reasonable this time?"
"I don't believe I will."
"Do you know why you choose not to listen to the voice of reason resonating within your head?"
"Yes, I do."
A tall man dressed in a black suit has been standing in the corner making up his mind. The woman gives him a nod of concurrence. He steps forward and buries an ice pick up to its handle into the right ear of the naked man tied in the chair. The naked man goes ridged with surprise and collapses back into his bonds. There is almost no blood.
A yellow pool forms under the chair. The woman rises, walks around the desk, joins the man in the suit, and they leave the room together holding hands. They look back at the naked man slumped in the chair. They embrace and kiss.
"I love you," the woman says. Her robe falls opens. Her breasts are sagging and hanging down against the rolls of fat that form around her belly and fall between huge thighs.
The man reaches out and closes the door behind them killing the murderous brightness of the room's bluish light.
"Do you believe in Ghost?" She asked.
"No. I don't."
"What about God? Do you believe in God?"
"No."
"Do you believe in any kind of Spirituality or after life?"
"No, I don't believe in any of the so called 'truths' that are inexplicable and outside of reason."
"Are you an atheist?"
"I believe people can make up anything and believe in it so strongly that their lives are controlled by their beliefs, and they will commit acts because of their beliefs. People will commit horrible acts that do great harm as well as small acts of charity and goodness they hope will redeem them."
"Do you believe in good and evil?"
"I believe a battle between irrational and rational forces rages in everyone's head."
"Do you hear voices?"
"I hear a lone voice. I don't believe the voice comes from God or nature or is the voice of some Spirit that lives in Nature.
"What does the voice tell you to do?"
"It tells me to be reasonable."
"Will you be reasonable this time?"
"I don't believe I will."
"Do you know why you choose not to listen to the voice of reason resonating within your head?"
"Yes, I do."
A tall man dressed in a black suit has been standing in the corner making up his mind. The woman gives him a nod of concurrence. He steps forward and buries an ice pick up to its handle into the right ear of the naked man tied in the chair. The naked man goes ridged with surprise and collapses back into his bonds. There is almost no blood.
A yellow pool forms under the chair. The woman rises, walks around the desk, joins the man in the suit, and they leave the room together holding hands. They look back at the naked man slumped in the chair. They embrace and kiss.
"I love you," the woman says. Her robe falls opens. Her breasts are sagging and hanging down against the rolls of fat that form around her belly and fall between huge thighs.
The man reaches out and closes the door behind them killing the murderous brightness of the room's bluish light.
