I took the first hit. I felt it building. A pressure. A tension. I looked across at you. Your face was huge, morphing, dripping, Dali. You looked excited, nodding, lighting the machine once more.
I took the second hit. A darkening, shaking, my reality was ripping at the seams. A mechanical grinding sound - it was LOUD, winding up in intensity - I braced, ready for takeoff.
My vision was replaced by what looked like a lattice of blue molecules, they were fusing into a background. I felt this. Maybe my body WAS this lattice? The sensation of sitting inside a bag of skin melted away. Reactions took place. I had blended into the stream. Fused.
zooooooOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM! Takeoff. Lightspeed. I was blasted somewhere. The stratosphere? The microsphere? Who knows. I was on the move.
Before I knew it, my whole field of view was taken up by what looked like an interface of a computer program. I say 'field-of-view', but it felt more as if I 'was' this interface. It had a black background, pink 'data cells'. A huge matrix. 1980's style!
Calculations were being made. Huge ones. Numbers beyond my wildest everyday imagination were being manipulated.
ZZZZAPPP! Ouch! Bolts of lightning rushed through my brain. I had become the Computer. I was the Machine.
Along the top row of 'the screen', what seemed like a 'word' was being added to with every 'calculation'.
gazillioninfbillatrilailmmiilionazillioninfinalityazal.......A robotic voice was speaking this language super-fast in real-time as it updated. Although time had become an irrelevance at this point of course...
It faded. I returned.
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Something was added. I feel sharper. Powerful. Motivated. This is powerful stuff.
~ everything changes ~