10. The Repairman

I decide to have a Miracle Technology imaging machine installed in my room so that I can document my visualizations. The machine arrives and it's working great; my visualizations are really beginning to coalesce. But before long, wouldn't you know it, the psychological inner-face aspect of the mind-modem refuses to access memory. So I call the repairman. The repairman arrives, "What seems to be the problem?" he says.

"I'm having trouble with my imaging machine," I say. "The inner See-drive has been disabled and the browser won't browse but will only carouse. "

"Sounds like you have a Trojan horse inside your Saturn ring. Have you been downloading any mythological imagery into a planetary folder?"

"Gosh, I don't know. Sometimes late at night the imagery just flows -- like butter on melted toast. "

"I think that a skewed simile may have hi-jacked some of your meta-4 data," says the repairman, "but anyway, it's obvious that something has been toasted and that something is melting down. Here, try this Beast Return Card," he says, handing me a marble sized lump of material with the insignia '666' written upon it. I attach the lump to my imaging machine and fire it up. Instantly I'm transported to ancient Mexico, or is it Babylon?

"Wow!" I say, "I'm visualizing imagery better than I'd ever dreamed I could. How much do I owe you?"

"That was your first Beast Return so it's on the house," he replies.

"Gosh! Are you sure? That was a 666 unit."

"No problem," says the repairman.

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