Chapter 47 Alex
Alex
I overestimated you. I genuinely thought you might be able to figure it all out.
But here we are, nearing the end, and you still have no idea what is going on.
Something in your brain won’t quite click, will it Miles?
All those little neurons are furiously firing away, but the pathways they’re on aren’t lining up right.
And now your time has just about run out.
Such a shame, because all it would take to achieve that eureka moment is the tiniest synaptic transmission – a barely detectable pulse of energy in the brain.
I’ve become fascinated by the chemistry of the brain.
It must be because mine is so difficult to understand and predict.
When I think of my own, I imagine some malevolent lab technician with a pipette, adding a few too many drops of this, too small an amount of that, and then finally, while wearing a look that says oh sod it, tipping in a volatile set of reactants just to see what happens – fuelled by the curious desire to witness a human head fizzing with restless malfunction.
There’s so much noise in here, Miles. My head is a loud, loud place.
Too many bad thoughts and memories. Too many competing desires and ideas.
I’d like to put an end to it: to pour water on this miserable experiment and snuff it out once and for all.
Have someone pack away the apparatus and clean down the bench as if nothing ever happened.
Still, not long to go now. Just a couple more hours and this will all be over, Miles. For both of us.