"Relax," the nurse said. "Optical Coherence Tomography doesn't hurt."
I tried. The machine into which I'd placed my head threw swirling lights on a black background. The nurse blinked at the results. "Let me get the doctor."
For her part, the doctor frowned. "Your vision field is perfect, but the OCT was blank." She forced a laugh. "You can see, can't you?"
The cloud clinging to her wasn't the darkest I'd ever beheld. But images swam in its surface. A half-empty bottle of Bushmills. A crumpled Toyota Corolla. An infant carseat ripped in two.
"Yes," I said. "I can see."
The Lamp of the Body by I Saw Lightning Fall
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Friday, June 1, 2012
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6 comments:
So this is how it's done!
OPT is intriguing. I like this warped take on it.
I like. I really like this, actually.
There needs to be an anthology of these stories. Cognitive noir. Brain-science of the present and near future meets old fashioned, enduring human darkness.
Patti,
Well, I don't know about that. You should check out Nathaniel Lee's Mirrorshards. He does one a day.
Aidan,
Thanks! Have you ever used one of the machines during an eye exam? It's kind of trippy.
CR,
Funny you should mention that; I have thoughts along that vein!
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