The Digital Fix a work of Fiction by brezhnev (James Offer) Um, I think this story is a result of hours of tedious sessions programming HTML on the 'net. The magnetic field was becoming an addiction. As the manís fingers tapped on the smooth plastic keys, particles jumped from the shallow electrical atmosphere of the keyboard into his veins. Some spinning ferociously up the intricate nerve fibres, some merely through the plasma, they concussed satiation into the brain. Even the eyes absorbed the electric fix that had started to wear away hormones through electro-magnetic radiation. The vivid colours of the screen were filtered into the cerebrum through the manís blood-vessel entrenched eye ball which twitched as he processed the information that the computer conveyed; the vitreous humour acting like a strangely efficient piece of hardware. The static thrust emanating from the computerís fan siphoned through his inner-ear, accompanied by the chatter of circuitboards and hard drives. The ossicleís vibrations cause a sense of relaxation over the body, the strange silicon-driven sound being familiar and warm. The addiction had not yet taken total complete hold. This would come with the smell and the taste. The taste and smell of the machine; The computer; the machine that inspired the cyborg. The cybernetic organism; half-man half-machine. No one would postulate that it began far more earlier than that until the very nerve fibres and that conveyed that eerily comforting electronic high actually connected with the same electronics physically; raw nerves astigmatised by capacitors, resistors and wire limbs. And soon, in strange, strange, irony, organic evolution would descend at the same rate that the electronic revolution had grown with, many, many years ago. Created on Tue, 12 Aug 1997 and last modified on Sat, 20 Dec 1997.

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