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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... Inject Me
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by Obscure Images
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>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The man turned out of the worn-looking grey metal door into the alley.
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The garbage piled on the ground was swarming with vermin. The rats scurried
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around in the darker areas of the alley. The man looked around briefly and
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then walked down the alley onto the busy street. The street was the same as
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the rest in the city, everything was illuminated with a neon glow from the
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signs that were everywhere. The people walking around him were dressed in the
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new fashion. Harry would have none of that. Harry wore his ancient trenchcoat
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as if it were a king's robe. The rain beaded on his coat, keeping the water
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from Harry's skin. The package in Harry's inside pocket rustled a bit when he
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walked.
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Harry began the journey that would take him to his apartment, if you
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could call it that, on the other side of town. He walked with the southbound
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crowd of people, moving swiftly with the others along the sidewalk until he
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reached his subway station. Harry looked at his hand and shuddered. The skin
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appeared to have a few bubbles surfacing just under the skin. "Damn, it's
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starting already," he thought. He picked up his gait and started climbing down
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the slick stairs. "Damn that calypso music, and those fucking bats too," Harry
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muttered.
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At the bottom of the stairs he bought his ticket and found that the
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next train wouldn't be for another 30 minutes. He went to the news machine and
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punched for a copy of ToxiLife Magazine. He stuck his credit chip into the
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slot on the machine and it printed up the latest issue. Harry sat down on the
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bench closest to him and began to read. On the cover this month was Sherri
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Walthers, the media's newest sensation, staring out of the paper into Harry's
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eyes. The irises suddenly glimmered, then began to swirl with a neon blue and
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black pattern. Harry shook his head and the eyes were back to normal. He
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opened to the table of contents and decided to look at that article on the new
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chemical disaster, this one in Haiti. "Great pictures on this one," thought
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Harry as he looked at the corpses of a mother and child. The picture of the
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corpses began to move, Harry closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was
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staring into the horribly charred face of the mother from the picture. Her
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face was half-melted, and her eyes were rotting away - she opened her mouth and
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whispered, "Hello Harry, come join us, come join us...." Harry screamed, a
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passer-by stopped and asked if he was ok.
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"Yes, I'm ok now, thank you," said Harry. He threw the magazine away
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and stood waiting for the train.
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"Fucking lizard monkeys, always plaguing me. Harassing my doggie, who
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only complains about it to me. Fuckers. I hate them all."
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The old train rolled into the station. Harry climbed into it and sat
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down near the door. Next to him was a drooling old woman who looked at him
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with a curiously vacant look. Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked away
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from her, focusing on the beautiful woman sitting across from him.
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"Hello my dear penguin, have you anything for the bears?" asked Harry.
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"Why certainly, my dear hippopotamus. Do you like to frolic with the
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cod?" she said.
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"Most of the time I just have to look at the pictures of the
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politicians, if I can walk that far you know."
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"You are an interesting man, for a bread salesman that is. Would you
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like to go to my cave and have some iced tuna?"
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"I must be going to my own apartment, perhaps I could bring you with.
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That is only if you hit my doggie on the way in."
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"Sure, I can and will. Would you jump on my puppy?" she said,
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extracting a cat from her blue vinyl bag.
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Harry reached out and gave the cat a pat on the head. The head rose up
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and became a knife that threatened to spear his hand at the next pat. His hand
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kept going only to pat the head of the cat again. "Oh christ, I better get
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home quick," he thought and continued to talk to the girl with the blue bag.
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The train stopped, leaving Harry and the girl with the cat behind in
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the gloom as it began its trek to other parts of the city. The girl followed
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Harry through the streets towards his apartment. The cat curled up in the blue
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bag and fell asleep.
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Harry was not paying attention to the girl. He looked at his watch,
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stepping a bit faster as he saw it melt down his arm into a splatter on the
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ground. The girl pulled on Harry's sleeve to get his attention and said, "Oh
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look! A fish sauna! Can we stop there Harry?" pointing to a curved building
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with a red neon goldfish floating in a smokey mist.
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"Have to get home, I'm running out of time," said Harry.
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"Time for what?" Harry ignored her again.
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They passed a 24 hour weapons shop when Harry began mumbling, "My
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fingers are long, I keep tripping on them." The girl scratched her head,
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unable to see Harry's fingers grow long enough to trip over. If there was
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anything that was worth seeing it would be 3 foot long fingers, she thought
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lustily.
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The wind started to pick up and before too long it was sending a
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biting chill through Harry and the girl. He couldn't think of anything other
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then getting home. Wind and cold were meaningless. Very little time. Harry
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started to experience system malfunctions at an increasing rate. There would
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be no way to get home. Stopping suddenly he took the package out of his pocket
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and ripped off the wrapper. The two vials and a syringe that were in the
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package were all that was important. It had to be the right dose; if he were
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at home the computer would calculate how much was needed. Too little and his
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skin would shred itself, but too much would kill him just as badly.
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Harry guessed at the amount of drug to pull into the syringe and then
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bared his arm to the needle. "Here goes nothing," he said while plunging the
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needle into his vein. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough in the syringe to
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halt the disease and Harry managed to mutter a "shit" before his skin shredded
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itself off. The girl watched the scene with horror and ran away, but not
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before emptying his pockets and taking his valuables.
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Obscure Images. 06/22/90-#143|
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