A white blank was mostly all jim exsperienced while under...
Staring at it he wondered... almost like.. being stuck in a waiting room without a body or sences.. just a 'presence'.
-Yo. Joshey.
Jim struggled for a moment to figure out what.. just the hell that was.
-Josh come on. Snap out of it.
Jim was a little perturbed here.
'Snap out of what?'
there was a chortle.
-So what happened to writing books about complex dissociative disorder, personality disorder, sociopathy, and all the other '¦
'Ugh Christ I don't get enough of this **** from my parents ghosts and their surviving siblings.'
-eat the bugaboo out of a dead mans nose is what they'll say. You have Two phd's and here you are in the crap floating through the universe.
'Oh I get it.. this is some sort of personality crisis.' he thought 'Who are you then?'
-God. Duh.
'Uh.. huh..'
-Explain yourself. What happened there?
'Am I dead? Did John laser my brain in half?'
-You had clients, you had a practice waiting... Yet the assignment in space....
'Had four times the cash... Surely the all knowing one didnt need an idea of how money works.'
-Oh yes my greatest adversary.. the credit..
'I think it was space... The fact I got to fly, be trained to fly, license to kill etc. Excitement. He driving force of life.'
-Your father said that. So that's all? The excitement?
'I hadn't felt that way before.. Sure I accomplished a lot but.. What do you do.. what do you pay to feel alive? '¦ Cant justify it any other way..'
-Thoughtful... A questionable life.. and furthering even more questionable gains... You tell me Joshua.. Are you going to hell?
'Back-pains hellish lord.'
-I have a few ideas about that sonny. Don't you have yourself to blame for that? Also.. Remember Dante.
'Ugh creepy god reads books. Remember Job?'
-It was his idea.
'What about Eris?'
-That was her idea.
' I think this is an manifestation of a conflict... '
-What isnt a manifestation? What isnt in conflict? I think were getting off point. You dropped what you were good at for what was exciting? Is that about right?
'Well I've been practicing a little with a few cases I've come across. Most of these kleptomania or idealists with laser cannons don't have the tools to change.. '
-Oh indeed?
' You take the adrenaline rush of raiding some traders out of life and these guys fall flat c-.. Ohh... I think I understand.'
-So.. how about writing fiction?
'Perhaps.. I'm going to be on my back recovering... I hope..'
-You shouldn't write anything on anesthesia or on pills. Or make decisions. Trust your droid.
'God..'
-Yes?
'Do robots and A.I. Have souls?'
-That's complicated.. Humanity should figure that out.
'Do those half animal furry humanoids have souls?'
