It was a damp and foggy night. The thinnest swip of cloud cover permeated the glow of a half moon. I couldn't help but think there was something not right with the alignment of the galaxy's dying stars.
Caught up in my transgressed deep thought, I felt something, see. Something was calling me, see. An uncontrolling urge was slammed into my body not unlike that of a spirit or of the un-dead being run through you. The Zone was calling me. Calling me like the coyotes call the moon for their nightly hunt.
Through no conscious effort of my own I sat down. I was under some sort of spell. I was typing and clicking and opening and pointing.....I couldn't be stopped. It was all a meta-physical blur with my sub-conscious driving an inner need yet to be determined.
I started to read, sowly. Like making love to Bo Derek. That's when I saw it. That's when I knew there was no going back. I saw Hos

then BZ

and then Nors

!!
I couldn't stop myself. I was a driven....thing. Some.....thing.
Beads of sweat forming on my brow soothing my mind with the cool breeze drifting through the open window of my smoke filled, dimly lit room. The fan was no help, see. It was as if there wasn't any fan at all, see.
I was hypnotized with literary devices unknown to any human. My mind swirled with the rapid succession of typed rifts.....BANG, BANG, BANG, they fired. One after the other as if their very existance relied upon the smooth operation of fingertips to keyboard as to keep pace with the never ending villians they so valliantly fend off.
Stop it! Stop it! My mind yells from a distant space deep within. I can take it no longer. The human side of me was spent but my dark side wanted to continue. But alas, I could not....
I was left in a heaping mass of molten flesh submerged in a pool of
micro-organisms and grey matter. De-evolutionized if you will, to the very beginning of human kind. Was it worth it? I don't know.
Would I do it again? Sure.
