CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Professor Elephant rolled over. It still felt the same. He lay on his back. Still the same. Back to the other side. Or was that the side he'd just been on? Didn't matter. The same. The same. THE SAME.
He decided to eat a sleep pill.
He decided to overdose on sleep pills, then remembered that it wasn't possible.
He was the inventor of the sleep pill! He'd made them that way. He should have known that one day he'd get bored of immortality and want to let himself sleep away. Maybe he should kill himself some other way?
But that would require getting out of bed.
He tried to suffocate himself with his pillow, but he wasn't strong enough.
Maybe he could reprogram his robot to kill him...but, of course, there were failsafes built into ever model robot. He'd built many of them himself.
He finally remembered he was holding a sleep pill in his hand. But what difference would it make? He'd just be trapped in his dreams for a while. Or, worse, there would be nothing, and he would wake again and it would be as though he'd never even slept at all.
Still, may as well take it. It was hard, moving his arm. Almost made him want to get active again, get out of bed! He laughed. In his head. He couldn't physically laugh anymore. Damn.
He took the sleep pill. He hated the taste. He'd designed the taste himself, made it something he'd like. A long time ago. So long. A different person? No, still him. Always him. Every moment was always leading up to this one. He sighed. Or he thought a sigh anyway. He knew exactly how long it was between the moment of taking the sleep pill and the moment of sleep. He decided to think back over his life in the remaining eight seconds.
What a waste.
He fell alseep.
He awoke, fresh from a dream he couldn't remember. He lay there for a while, he didn't bother timing it in his head, then the frustration came back.
He rolled over.
He decided to eat a sleep pill.
He decided to overdose on sleep pills, then remembered that it wasn't possible.
He was the inventor of the sleep pill! He'd made them that way. He should have known that one day he'd get bored of immortality and want to let himself sleep away. Maybe he should kill himself some other way?
But that would require getting out of bed.
He tried to suffocate himself with his pillow, but he wasn't strong enough.
Maybe he could reprogram his robot to kill him...but, of course, there were failsafes built into ever model robot. He'd built many of them himself.
He finally remembered he was holding a sleep pill in his hand. But what difference would it make? He'd just be trapped in his dreams for a while. Or, worse, there would be nothing, and he would wake again and it would be as though he'd never even slept at all.
Still, may as well take it. It was hard, moving his arm. Almost made him want to get active again, get out of bed! He laughed. In his head. He couldn't physically laugh anymore. Damn.
He took the sleep pill. He hated the taste. He'd designed the taste himself, made it something he'd like. A long time ago. So long. A different person? No, still him. Always him. Every moment was always leading up to this one. He sighed. Or he thought a sigh anyway. He knew exactly how long it was between the moment of taking the sleep pill and the moment of sleep. He decided to think back over his life in the remaining eight seconds.
What a waste.
He fell alseep.
He awoke, fresh from a dream he couldn't remember. He lay there for a while, he didn't bother timing it in his head, then the frustration came back.
He rolled over.
