Thursday, May 11, 2006

::Climbs to Center Stage::

Please Hear Me Out! From your gasps it is evident that you are disturbed. I understand. This is not a performance that could have been anticipated...
I am Flash Bug.

First a disclaimer of sorts:
I am a shadow morph. You will see me only as you wish me to appear. Others will see me differently.
No gnashing of teeth please, I tell you this at the outset.

Allow me to introduce myself:

Fate interceded as it were. Cosmic rays, an illicit venture, and six mutant generations later I was debriefed, devouched, and delivered with a one-way pass and a pocket full of bills to this Far-Away Tree, this celestial outpost, a microcosm-filled and soul-fooded with a myriad of words. Landing Requests? Well, may be in a round-about, deceitful way to Heather, and from Heather was extracted. But, I was delivered to my wagon in the dark of night in a crate mark '‘Perishable Fruit-Hermitage'.’ I propelled myself in short order through the deserted night, stealthfully from wagon to wagon, examining each occupant with grave curiosity. Then with relief, stacked just outside the wagons perimeter, I spied the crates among the many others that housed my portable laboratory and cryovaults. It took little effort to stash my property well out of sight in the back of my wagon. Only when we reached the Hermitage did I stop to really contemplate my predicament hooded and cloaked as I was, many eyebrows were raised. That first night passed in the blackness of a deserted outbuilding, tucked anonymously among the flotsam and jetsam of the owner's daily life. It was both exhilarating and daunting as thoughts of the future quickly rastered through my head much as the flickering of the entry light reflected upon the walls above me.
Here, I will read my dossierier such as it is:
Complete Name: Flash Bug
Place of Birth: Test Tube
Date of Birth: Unknown
Sex: Varies
Race, Ethnic or
Tribal Group: Varies
Country/Universe of Previous Residency and
Reason for fleeing. Please Supply the Following Information for Each:
1. What happened?
2. Who caused the harm mistreatmentent or threats
(Respond in the space below):

How Disturbed Would You Be?
The Telecasts screamed out the news of my birth: '“Test Tube Monster Found in Abandoned Isolation Laboratory”'. Those who did the research were long gone and blithely unaware of the long incubation period they had set in motion. From the first I was on the lam, cutting and running with the hounds of extinction snapping at my heels; the controversial product of a bizarre competition to create new life forms. My heart is as gold as a finagler's can glow. I live by my wits and con when I must. To date, there is only one world-wide repository of disrupted mutant genomes appropriate for reimplantation. This collection is my sole property and enables me to offer a rather full complement of traits and functional behavior options.

Others' attempts to duplicate have been hampered by the inefficiency of their recombinant techniques.
While working in my modular lab I developed and honed my universally-patented Flash Technology; a laser-based nano-tubular delivery system that makes insertion discrete, specific, painless, and even reversible in the majority of cases.

The transient nature and sheer volume of traffic on this journey should provide an unending variety of clientele.
"If ya ever had the urge to reemerge, Come on in!
Funny nose, extra toes ...your a mess? Just SOS!" (couldn't resist the plug while I got your attention)

How easy it would have been to develop a siege mentality, being constantly attacked, oppressed, or isolated as I bounded and ricocheted from one place to the next; condemned it seemed to a hellish fate.

Instead, I have forged a career, capitalizing on my controversial.... my weird, chimeric, nature. All that remained was to find a stable location where I could establish my enterprise. I ask asylum here at Soul Food for this purpose alone...let history pass on the ethics...let the skeptics witness the demand for my wares...let the Foodie's Statutes apply equally; revolutionary ideas are frequently, deeply, unsettling. I do not ask for acceptance or sympathy, just for asylum.
::bows and exits::

6 Comments:

At 11:59 AM, Blogger Lorijayne said...

Wow! That was awesome!

 
At 4:06 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Unbelievable Charlotte! I am stunned. So innovative and witty. I just loved every bit.

 
At 4:21 PM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

If they don't want you, Sakin'el always has room. Part of it is named Heartwood Haven.

 
At 10:16 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Extraordinary! And so original and edgy.

 
At 12:43 PM, Blogger sararichards said...

What is there to say - I am green with envy and wish I had written this!

Sara

 
At 8:57 AM, Blogger Believer said...

Modifications, you say, well, I'd like a bit of clarification--is it of a temporary or permanent nature? I don't mean to be frivolous or insult your obvious expertize, but is it expensive? Painful? Life threatening? You have piqued my curiosity.

 

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