Blazing golden conduits amidst the brain space, seventeen inch of LSD screen implanted for viewing of the mind's eye during sleep, cortexoptica. Flashes of fuzzy blues surrounds a tiny rotating square in the centre of the screen.
"The experiment was a success." gurns the doctor. And out from the channels between neurons a flood of information was freed, zapping the dude's brain into overdrive. An Ancient Aztec God of despair, the night, death appeared. He was dressed in the traditional clothing of a God and rose from the air a melting skull that frothed over his black fingers. It was all an advert for a new deodorant designed for teenage boys. The cameras stopped rolling and were then taken to a laboratory for the correct editing, ready for broadcast between news reports of an ongoing disaster that hadn't yet occured.
