about an hour. They'd
been in Seattle all day, mainly following the
news from their hotel rooms and doing whatever it is tourists normally decide
to do in downtown Seattle.
Initially skeptical of each other, they
eventually found themselves in idle chit-chat by the time we'd arrived.
The moment of full disclosure was upon me, no
longer would I have to watch my words or dance around the truth. They'd finally
get to see the groundbreaking reality of what we were dealing with. The confidence
I had from knowing the outcome of the meeting never showed through the terror
of actually living through that monumental moment.
Their introductions were short. We weren't
there to make idle chit-chat, they wanted answers and now that they were all in
one spot I could give them just that.
I convinced them to order some food, my treat
of course, partially to keep the waiter out of our hair but mainly to help them
relax a little. And with all eyes on me, and slight hesitation, I reached into my
carry case and pulled out the same broken and battered tablet that was left to
me. Taking my time to position it so that everyone could see.
It's since been cleaned it up a bit since
bloody fingerprints and smudges can be a little off putting, but I have kept
some pictures for reference.
I turned it on and let the main video file
play...
Alvin Turner -
Let's be honest, my day started off like shit.
I was happy to be alive, sure, but I was also pissed as hell. Someone had just
tried to end my fucking life.
My entire morning consisted of nothing but
pain; fire shot through my heart, my blood cells felt like tiny balls of nails
carving through my veins. My sweat felt like acid on my skin, and every photon
of light was like a bullet to my eyes. I was immobilized but conscious.
Listening to the desperate voices in the ambulance try to stabilize me, their
voices crashing against the drums of my ears like the violent strike of a
hammer, and my heart racing so fast it appeared as if I'd flat-lined. They hauled
me from the ambulance to the hospital and finally to the morgue, yet my
thoughts still screamed for help. Any momentary release from the pain, no
matter how brief. And for hours, excruciatingly long hours, none came. My
strength grew weak, unable to convince myself to persist. I was at my end,
fearful and crying, alone in a room of bodies that had also given up the fight
for life. Their stench filled my lungs like a thick fluid, choking me until I
could no longer hold on to consciousness.
And then my weak eyes opened, barely
functioning. The pain remained yet with every beat of my heart I could feel its
grip on me weaken. I was too afraid to think that I had won, but with every
passing second it showed to be a truth I could take comfort in. And so I did. Paranoid
and waiting for the moment my body was wholly mine again. I had survived.
Yeah, there's no way on earth someone could
just continue on with their day after something like that. Unless of course
you've got a prior commitment to save an entire goddamn city.
I'm not in a happy place today and don't know
if I will be for a while. Tried to run it off earlier, didn't work. Did a few
things I'm not too proud of, just to burn some of the anger off; but those
didn't work either. So I decide, what the hell, let me give this little
superhero pow-wow in Seattle
a shot; put my best foot forward… and what's the very first thing I hear?
"Alvin's
dead..."
Damn. Goddamn. Haven't I had it rough enough?
It was the distant sound of a young woman’s voice, one that sound oddly
familiar for reasons that were about to become obvious, but the face peering
into the screen wasn't hers, just some young guy wearing a beaten up full-body
suit. I immediately increased my perceptions, or "up-shifted" as I
like to call it, to pause the moment and examine the person talking. I also
knew I'd want my own record of this, so I quickly stepped out to get a pen and
paper; something I'm sure nobody realized. The
been in Seattle all day, mainly following the
news from their hotel rooms and doing whatever it is tourists normally decide
to do in downtown Seattle.
Initially skeptical of each other, they
eventually found themselves in idle chit-chat by the time we'd arrived.
The moment of full disclosure was upon me, no
longer would I have to watch my words or dance around the truth. They'd finally
get to see the groundbreaking reality of what we were dealing with. The confidence
I had from knowing the outcome of the meeting never showed through the terror
of actually living through that monumental moment.
Their introductions were short. We weren't
there to make idle chit-chat, they wanted answers and now that they were all in
one spot I could give them just that.
I convinced them to order some food, my treat
of course, partially to keep the waiter out of our hair but mainly to help them
relax a little. And with all eyes on me, and slight hesitation, I reached into my
carry case and pulled out the same broken and battered tablet that was left to
me. Taking my time to position it so that everyone could see.
It's since been cleaned it up a bit since
bloody fingerprints and smudges can be a little off putting, but I have kept
some pictures for reference.
I turned it on and let the main video file
play...
Alvin Turner -
Let's be honest, my day started off like shit.
I was happy to be alive, sure, but I was also pissed as hell. Someone had just
tried to end my fucking life.
My entire morning consisted of nothing but
pain; fire shot through my heart, my blood cells felt like tiny balls of nails
carving through my veins. My sweat felt like acid on my skin, and every photon
of light was like a bullet to my eyes. I was immobilized but conscious.
Listening to the desperate voices in the ambulance try to stabilize me, their
voices crashing against the drums of my ears like the violent strike of a
hammer, and my heart racing so fast it appeared as if I'd flat-lined. They hauled
me from the ambulance to the hospital and finally to the morgue, yet my
thoughts still screamed for help. Any momentary release from the pain, no
matter how brief. And for hours, excruciatingly long hours, none came. My
strength grew weak, unable to convince myself to persist. I was at my end,
fearful and crying, alone in a room of bodies that had also given up the fight
for life. Their stench filled my lungs like a thick fluid, choking me until I
could no longer hold on to consciousness.
And then my weak eyes opened, barely
functioning. The pain remained yet with every beat of my heart I could feel its
grip on me weaken. I was too afraid to think that I had won, but with every
passing second it showed to be a truth I could take comfort in. And so I did. Paranoid
and waiting for the moment my body was wholly mine again. I had survived.
Yeah, there's no way on earth someone could
just continue on with their day after something like that. Unless of course
you've got a prior commitment to save an entire goddamn city.
I'm not in a happy place today and don't know
if I will be for a while. Tried to run it off earlier, didn't work. Did a few
things I'm not too proud of, just to burn some of the anger off; but those
didn't work either. So I decide, what the hell, let me give this little
superhero pow-wow in Seattle
a shot; put my best foot forward… and what's the very first thing I hear?
"Alvin's
dead..."
Damn. Goddamn. Haven't I had it rough enough?
It was the distant sound of a young woman’s voice, one that sound oddly
familiar for reasons that were about to become obvious, but the face peering
into the screen wasn't hers, just some young guy wearing a beaten up full-body
suit. I immediately increased my perceptions, or "up-shifted" as I
like to call it, to pause the moment and examine the person talking. I also
knew I'd want my own record of this, so I quickly stepped out to get a pen and
paper; something I'm sure nobody realized. The
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