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Heruka:
who is this Pat anyhow?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 1:59:03 pm)

Hollywood fact:
They used to stick a carrot up the horses ass to get it to move its lips.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:00:02 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Really?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:00:33 pm)

Heruka:
the carrot trick has always worked on me.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:00:55 pm)

Heruka:
I thought it was wiring in the jaws. like the Poopfligers.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:01:26 pm)

Detlef Sping:
They couldn't do that today. they'd have to get a horse with tourettes syndrom.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:01:35 pm)

Detlef Sping:
I wonder how they'll get the hat to talk?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:02:27 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Whoever Pat is, he should fucking put a muzzle on that fucking singing God damned hat of his.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:02:30 pm)

Detlef Sping:
fucking and singing?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:03:11 pm)

Detlef Sping:
How would that be accomplished?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:04:25 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Easy
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:04:51 pm)

Heruka:
It's nap time. I'm going to lay down for a while. Nighty-night.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:06:25 pm)

Decoy:
Weak.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:06:54 pm)

:
Sing it loud!
You have no idea how hot his brain gets.
You have no idea how wet his hair gets.
Look at me, I'm Pat's fucking and singing hat and I can talk.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:06:56 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Hmmm
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:07:32 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Queenie has enough material here for 3 or 4 films.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:10:51 pm)

Decoy:
Its like one of Queenie's collaborative script writings. We'll hammer this out yet.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:10:59 pm)

Decoy:
Yeah, 3 or 4 - 20 minute films.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:11:36 pm)

:
Then the doors opened and they pushed him to a room where the smell of antiseptic hit him like a slap in the face. "Doctor Ludovico is the prize, the reason the Japanese financed the operation. The others are his staff. Ludovico is a specialist in xenograftology. He'll be doing your surgery." The techs elevated the chair a half meter and let down the back, sliding Pat onto a narrow table in a single, practiced motion. Someone began covering him with small sheets of sterile cloth, moving up his body to his throat, leaving his head bare. Fingers touched his forehead, pulled the lids back from his empty eye sockets. Pat gasped.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:15:36 pm)

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"It hurts," Pat said. Two days later, his hair was just beginning to come back in. The Russians had removed the staples from his face, sealing the scars with a protein glue. A lightshow played in Pat's head. No images, just silent fireworks. He had not had any contact with Sumi since the surgery. She was in quarantine, and from the noises she was making, Pat thought she might be on life-support.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:18:52 pm)

Balázs Bernát:

This happened to me too and that's for sure.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:20:28 pm)

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Then it flowed into him, obliterating all else, a flood of sensations, solid mass of bent spectrum, vague things moving within. He turned his head, letting the colors blur across his vision. His new hat. He was seeing children's blocks, a rainbow chess board, no, a grid, like fine wire mesh. Each individual segment was throbbing neon. Then shapes. A man was seated before him. His right hand appeared to be burning." It can sing, you know" said the Russian.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:23:25 pm)

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Now, something was tickling his eyes; ants crawled up his opticnerves, marched through his skull to his brain where they laid tinyeggs that burst into super novas, scattering colors he could not name.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:28:51 pm)

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By then Pat was up, pushing the Russians out of his way, looking for something. Near the scrub sink, a chrome cabinet on the counter. Leaning on the Formica white flecked with gold, he pressed his face close to the metal. And cursed, his fist denting the side of the cabinet before he could think. "What have you done to me?" he yelled. "We gave you back something you had lost." Pat looked back at the dented metal, searching for his face, but it was not there. Sockets black and threaded with the purple and red of broken blood vessels. Something alien stared back at him, and started singing. You have no idea how hot his brain gets.
You have no idea how wet his hair gets.
Look at me, I'm Pat's fucking and singing hat and I can talk.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:29:20 pm)

Decoy:
See, I told you we could make it into something special.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:32:43 pm)

:
Doctor Ludovico looked at the "extra" pieces in the stainless steel box. Floating in the viscous bloody broth were two lumps of tissue. He put his finger to his lips and tried to remember. Where were those from? What had he forgotten?
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:32:48 pm)

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"These eyes have thermographic grids," said Pat. "Some kindof computer-enhanced infrared scan." "A fucking bonus, lah, lah, lah!," sang his hat. A variegated skull, dead patches of skin registering as holes in his face, shocked him. "There are some other sub-programs in there, too. You'll find them and learn to control the sensitivity of the cap." "I can make out shapes pretty well, right now," Pat said. "Are the colors going to be like this all the time?"
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:33:54 pm)

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"Fucking beautiful," Pat said. He was laughing. It was all he could do. Dr. Ludovico put a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right now, isn't it?" he asked. "It's incredible, man," Pat said.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:37:31 pm)

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He had refused the induction chair; a couple of the Russiantechs followed him from the clinic, keeping a respectful distance.When he got to his room, in Mute-nostril agony he closed the door in their faces.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:37:42 pm)

Detlef Sping:
I'd pay to see that film.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:38:06 pm)

Decoy:
I'd see it twice. Like Titanic.
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:38:31 pm)

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"You're no more a freak than I," the doctor said. His face tightened, smoke trailing from the scar of his nose. "Do you think I always looked like this? You learn to live with it." Pat kept staring. "Look at me. I ought to be in a fucking carnival." Dr. Ludovico moved up beside him. "You wanted a siging hat, you have it." "but something is making my lips move" said Pat. "Dont worry about that" said Dr. Ludovico,In a few weeks, you'll be old friends."
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:44:07 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Wow!
(Tue Oct 22, 2002 - 2:44:59 pm)