i came to in a large room elaborately furnished in mid victorian decor. there was a slither of natural light filtering through some material, but mostly it was dark. i could make out the extensive library, leather bound books filled the walls. i took it all in before i attempted to stand up.
'i see you are awake' a voice said.
he was sitting in a leather chair in the shadows, i could make out a glint in his eyes and some facial hair but the details were obscured.
'where who and why?' i said.
'this is cloisters, a private centre for the people who have transgressed acceptable mental constructs. we realign them with more appropriate ones and then integrate them into society. i am dr. randolph snow, your doctor and you are here under instructions of the interventionist committee who have deemed you to be entering a dangerous thinking zone.'
'you mean transgressive.'
'call it what you want.'
'and why should i require treatment.'
'because such thinking is considered unhealthy to the consensus reality, therefore you are a threat.'
'ha, there's nothing threatening about me at all.'
i can't see but i can almost see him smile.
'mr. mission you are here. treatment has begun. there is nothing you can do.'
i fall back asleep.
later i am sitting at the table, it's dark outside and candles have been lit. i am drinking tea from a pot. dr. snow is watching me. he has produced a clip board and a small black box with some electrodes attached.
he sticks them to my head and offers me a pair of glasses, they are thick black framed with mirror lenses.
immediately a pattern dances before me, like a light show or fire works display.
'i just need to match your neural activity.'
the patterns are changing all the time, they begin to settle into a purple throb.
'ahh that's it,' snow exclaims.
'these are your romantic patterns, it has been suggested you fall in love to fast.'
'is that a problem.'
'yes. but we can correct that with this.' he makes adjustments, the purple turns into a reddish brown and starts weaving into a stagnant stillness.
i can feel my heart chakra changing, the room seems claustrophobic, i feel slightly anxious and cold.
i tune into my heart. strange psychosomatic energies transmit themselves.
the throbbing starts to return.
i don't like this feeling, it's counter intuitive and feels wrong. i pull the glasses of from my face, i take the electrodes down.
dr. snow looks at me disapprovingly.
i make a quick assessment, 'i can't stay here and you cannot keep me here.'
'you are free to go but you will not get what you want out there, they will not let you. there are forces against you and they are legion.'
'yeah yeah heard it all before dr. it's never stopped me trying.' as i walk past him i blow out the candles leaving snow in darkness.
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