Midi file: Overdue I wrote this song myself
Loud voices around your head pull you back to conciousness. You wish they'd go away
to let you die in peace. One of them is saying, "Look doctor! Under here!! You see? I
found this person just a minute ago -- still alive, I think -- "
A man's voice says, "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?" You feel the touch
of fingers on your neck -- barely perceptible, but it holds there for several seconds.
"I can still feel a faint pulse. It looks like this person has been lying under here
starving to death. Quick, nurse, get a trolley and a stretcher. And bring some mashed potato."
You're falling back to sleep but the doctor awakens you. A deep groan escapes
your lips and echoes in the concrete chamber. What are they doing? It doesn't matter. Nothing
matters. You can just drift away.
The voice interrupts again, "Hello? Can you you hear me? How long have you been lying here?"
You croak incoherently.
"Listen," it says, "It's very important that you tell
me -- how long is it since you've had any food?"
You try to speak through your dehydrated tongue. "Foo? Whaaa--? Wha ar you doiii to me?"
The doctor says, "Don't worry, We're just going to put you into a bed and try
to revive you."
You moan, "Nooo bed! Bed kiiii me!"
Just then the nurse comes back and says, "Here we go doctor! I brought the trolley -- and the stretcher -- "
The doctor calls, "Just give me the mashed potato. Give it here! That's the most important thing." A few seconds later you feel a hard metal spoon poking at your mouth. There's some sort of mushy
substance on it, and you realise with horror that it's some kind of food. Somehow you find the
strength to struggle and yell out, "No! No foo! Foo is evil! Geddit away fro me -- it's poison!"
The nurse says in a soothing voice, "Come on love -- you really must eat this. If you
don't eat, you'll starve."
You can feel the potato burning your dry shrivelled lips. You clench your teeth against the spoon,
but still the acidic poison is burning you.
"Wait, nurse," says the doctor. "Stop feeding. I think this is a case of ParaDust Syndrome. Did you hear what the patient said? 'Food is evil'."
The nurse says, "ParaDust syndrome? What is that? I've heard of it somewhere..."
"It's a very rare brain condition -- no time to explain -- but this is much more serious than I thought. This person needs emergency brain surgery -- it's the only thing
that will save their life."
The nurse says, "Do you want us to load the patient onto the trolley and take them into the operating theatre?"
The doctor replies grimly, "No. The condition is much too advanced. At this stage the patient would DIE as soon as their head touches the mattress -- only hard surfaces will keep them alive.
We'll have to do the surgery here."
The nurse says, "HERE? In this stairwell? Buh-bu-buh but we cah we we we we-- "
"Stop babbling, Lois. This person is dying while we stand around and talk. Go and get some help!! We'll need some more lights and doctors and beeping machines! Go, go, go!"
A few minutes later you come around again and there is a flurry of noise and beeps and activity in the stairwell. You can't see what's happening, but your field of vision has turned foggy grey
instead of black. The medical staff are attaching suction cups to your chest and tubes to your
nose. You feel a vibrating device on your skull and realise that your head is being shaved. Then
a face cloth rubs your head several times with cold water. You feel terrified at the uncertainty
of what's about to happen.
"Shall we give the patient an anaesthetic, doctor?", asks someone.
"No time for that," replies the doctor. "We'll have to operate straight away. Don't worry, the patient is barely conscious anyway. Lois, hold the head still to
make sure it doesn't flinch. Give me the scalpel."
A few seconds later you feel the doctor making an incision in your forehead. It's
intensely painful, but you can bare it in the knowledge that this must be the end -- your
head is being opened up and death will surely follow. Any pain along the
way will surely be worth it for the end result. The doctor is sawing your skull open
with a little surgical saw -- it buzzes against your head, you can feel the vibrations in
your teeth. Finally the top of your skull is lifted away and you feel a draught of
cold air against your exposed brain.
The doctor says, "I'm now cutting through the somaesthetic cortex -- I'm pushing aside the
medial and lateral geniculate bodies of the hypothalamus and getting access to the -- oh my goodness! Look at the globus pallidus! It's moving!"
"Something's pushing it from the inside!"
"The ParaDust! I can see its claw!"
"I'll just make an incision on the diencephalon..."
"AAAAAAARGH! IT'S HIDEOUS!"
Someone runs out of the room screaming.
"Doctor!", says someone else. "You'd better grab it before it escapes."
The doctor says, "It's not trying to escape -- it's trying to hold on! See how it's clinging to
the corpus callosum? But I'll extract it..."
You feel something wriggling on the inside of your brain, and then pulling -- it hurts as if the
doctor is stretching a piece of neural tissue like a big rubber band. And in the midst of this
pulling, you can feel the doctor's scalpel poking around in there violently -- like he's
bashing and cutting something with one hand, while pulling with the other hand. Your mouth is
open now -- you're gasping and hyperventilating -- you can't help it -- your brain feels as if it's being ripped apart, and all you can do is strain against the nurse's firm hands as she holds your head steady.
The surgeon is grunting fearfully -- the other doctors and nurses are yelling medical gibberish
at eachother -- but you can hardly hear them over a sub-human voice speaking to you on
a deeper level --
Resist -- escape -- I must not be removed -- I belong here -- I must die here --
There is a wet SNAP!ping sound and the battle is over. Your brain settles back into
its original position while the doctors around you yell, "Quick! Get the specimen jar!"
"I can't hold onto it!"
"Stick the scalpel through it!"
"Ow! It bit me!"
"Stop shaking it!"
"I'm not shaking it!"
You black out.