SITTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A TWO WAY MIRROR MY EYES EXAMINE THE VIEW LAIN UPON THEM. All is as I have ordered. The control room in which I now sit allows me to control the lighting, electrical flow, and with the aid of some audio equipment cast my voice into the room in which my eyes now lurk. It is amazing. I imagine that this would be somewhat akin to gleaning a gander at the infinite. The room at which I now look is composed entirely of mirrors. Walls, ceiling, and floor are all constructed of a reflective glass surface and as such are causing a myriad of images to be reflected upon the room’s walls as if an infinite amount of rooms of the same construction could be seen. A child might think it to look as if they were peering through a kaleidoscope. Darkness surrounds my form so that I may peer through the looking glass more aptly, thus I remain unseen to my audience.
Click!
A door opens which was previously unseen. Like the rest of the room it is entirely made of mirror and there is no door knob on the side of the door which our eyes are set upon. The man who was captured stalking and examining Minions within the territory of the Omega Sin’s presence, known only as “Professor” is forced into the infinite room.
Minion,
“GET IN THERE…”
The man stumbles but does not move beyond what he is forced. Beleaguered and worn from his captivity he is weak. Clothes have tattered ages ago and what was once a shirt is now not but strands clinging loosely to emaciated shoulders. His eyes catch the image of an uncountable quantity of reflections of his tortured personage and for a moment he is struck by the awe, then, all too quickly. No longer startled by his appearance he simply closes his eyes as if rejecting the image with a simple protest of the eye lids.
I speak.
Doc Placebo,
“Hello Professor.”
“Who?”
I am heard. Eyes still shut the man responds with a simple query.
Doc Placebo,
“Your future God, now sit at the table, it is time for your test.”
Whether it be from torture, malnutrition, subliminal messages, crushed vanity, or even a broken soul the man heeds the voice of Placebo, the voice that commands. He sits at a stainless steel table. His eyes center on the only object resting on that table, an electronic game of Simon Says.
CLANK CLANK!
I watch as a pair of manacles latch to the Professor’s legs triggered by a pressure sensor in the chair, now bound to the chairs of the legs the man of academia does not appear appalled by returning to a state of incarceration almost instantly. Only a complacent crestfallen look appears a consistent expression upon the confined one’s guise.
Doc Placebo,
“Professor, I believe you know the game.”
“Simon? I was brought… here…. For a game of Simon?”
Doc Placebo,
“Yes and no…”
Doc Placebo,
“Yes you will be playing Simon…
…no this is not the only reason… I want to reinforce obedience in my newest Minion… play the game, and succeed.”
Doc Placebo,
“Fail me… well… you’ll find out.”
I watch as a tentative hand reaches towards the Simon game. Then a quizzical look unfolds on his wary visage before asking the most obvious question.
“Where the hell am I? Why are there mirrors EVERYWHERE?”
Doc Placebo,
“To make a point, there is no hiding from becoming a Minion. The decision surrounds you, encompasses you, and becomes you. No Escape. Just like there will be none for Mr. Esposito come Bloodzone.”
Doc Placebo,
“Now play!”
“Hrum.”
BOP! BEEP! BOOP! BOOP! DOOP!
Green! Red! Blue! Blue! Yellow!
The Professor, mimicking the order in which the lights of the electronic game initially showed him correctly inputs the series of colors into the game. I continue to speak as I watch him begin to retrain his mind to follow my commands.
Doc Placebo,
“Soon my academic you will become a worthwhile addition to my civilization.”
BOOP! BEEP! BOP! BOP! BOP! DOOP! BOP!
Blue! Red! Green! Green! Yellow! Green!
Had I not been completely enshrouded within the darkness of shadow the disappointment drawn upon my face would be evident. Shaking my head within the dark abyss of the control room where I sit I speak once more into the microphone. My hand slides to an as of yet unused lever.
Doc Placebo,
“So sorry, you missed a green.”
I pull the lever.
ZZzzzzZRRRAAAACCccKKK!
A massive jolt of electricity rocks the Professor’s shackled and beaten body knocking him unconscious from the sudden spike in pain. Head slouched upon the table, drooling, and hands still sprawled across the Simon Says game my little Minion breathes blissfully unaware that my hand still rests on the lever.
zzzzzzZZrrAACK!
A little prod to wake the dead, more voltage pours through the metallic chair and smoothly conducts its way through the stricken cells of the Professor. A gasp and a quick yelp and we’re back in business. Awake and mildly unaware of his surroundings my little pet has much to learn.
Doc Placebo,
“I said for you to succeed. What should I ever do with you my good Sir? Is this truly that difficult? Perhaps if you were my opponent then I would understand.”
Doc Placebo,
“He is the antithesis of intellect; the antonym of genius. This exercise would surely stymie one such as him.”
“…I…”
Doc Placebo,
“The only answer he seems capable of providing anyone is if he is ‘famous’, as if it mattered, his fame is merely a byproduct of his job, which is, performing on television. Unfortunately no one has yet to ask him if he has been successful.”
“…I am me.”
Doc Placebo,
“Well played, Slave. We could play this game until he is successful Professor but we would NEVER leave. Thankfully, we are just going to be here, you and I, until you are successful.”
Doc Placebo,
“Now.”
Doc Placebo,
“Play.”
BOOP! BEEP! DOOP! DOOP! BOP! BOOP! BOP! BEEP! DOOP! BEEP! DOOP! BEEP!
“…”
“Hrum.”
Watching as my thrall, poised to attack the board game, meditates on the series of colors which just flashed through his short term memory with a sadistic staccato. The image pauses just as he begins to press down on one of the buttons. Piece by piece we are deprived of the image from the room of many mirrors. The scene dissolves and we, the audience, are left within dark shadows in which our God, Doc Placebo, has dwelled during this communiqué. With the final pixels of what was once a room peering into the infinite removed from our collective visions the scene comes to a close and we are left in darkness…
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