talk.bizarre Home

No Sweat! >Hi my name is Terese and I am just looking for >someone to write. How are you? Talk to me and >write back. Before replying, i take a moment to unscrew the old coolant bottle and toss it onto the growing heap of empties over in the reading pit (as i was taking out the fissionables in their recycling bin, i'd collected another bottle, managed to one-handedly wrangle the bin out of the front door and neatly next to the neighbor's. closed the door, hissed some words in Maracite to activate the security system and clomped up the stairs in the dark. Mike and Lisa were already in bed). a couple of my antiquated sweat glands - mostly around my temples and receding hairline - are still under the delusion that they can help regulate my body temperature, and are gamely producing droplets of salty something. in this atmosphere, there's little point. i check the seal on the bottle, slot it into place and carefully (this was a new valve - the handle on the old one had snapped, leaving an empty bottle jammed in for an uncomfortable two hours) pressed the lever home. the clever arrangement of gears forced the bottle into the valve, breaking the seal and repressurising the, i don't know what it's called. reservoir, or something. from there to a fractal web of tiny tubes sewn through my body, out again and through the heat exchanger. no sweat.

( top ) All work on this site is © Nikolai Kingsley unless otherwise stated.