try: cave johnson!
PROMPT. / meaghan tries to write different characters!
there’s a horrible, loud burst of static, the bi-product of clashing frequencies in a steadily rotting speaker hidden somewhere overhead, out of sight. then it clears. a man coughs wetly just outside the range of a microphone.
‘ – alright! alright. so, for this this next test, we’ve pumped some nanoparticles into that gel you’re standing in. now, don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing. they’re – well, in layman’s terms, they’re a billion little gizmos that are gonna travel into your bloodstream and pump some experimental genes and r.n.a. and so forth into your tumors. ’
there’s a beat of silence in the pre-recorded message.
then, the scraping of something solid. the microphone, maybe, as he pulls it across a wooden desk. ‘ oh, but maybe you don’t have any tumors. well, listen, ’ cave clears his throat. ‘ if you had any coffee earlier, we pumped some fluorescent calcium in it. so, you’re either getting tumors or your frontal lobe is going to vitrify. either one could work. ’
he chuckles heartily, mostly to himself. ‘ – anyway, good luck! ’
