Party Favors: Part 1

The ambassador asked me if I wanted a party favor. I was tempted, but human minds were notoriously resilient. What might bend their mind into an amusing shape for an hour or two could break mine altogether.

Party Favors: Part 2

The police couldn’t stop me. They could beg me to stay outside, to let them handle things, but I’d done enough begging in my life to see the infinitude of ways people can ignore desperation. I barely needed three to make it to the elevator. 

Party Favors: Part 3

I woke up to a darkened visor scant inches away from my face. I screamed, as is my wont, and proceeded to scuttle backwards off the bed. The world spun as I fell, and without any real way to tell my direction I just kept scrambling until my back hit a wall.

Party Favors: Part 4

The ambassador went into great depth about the technical details of the ship. I stopped listening ten minutes in. I knew that I should care, that this was, in some way, my fault, but I just. I couldn't. Nothing that he said stuck. Insanity is frictionless - it can't be grasped. Anything that should slow it down just squeezes it somewhere else. Sometimes over, sometimes under, sometimes around or past. But never through. The only place to trap madness is inside, and I wasn't willing to open up for it. Seemed better to drown. So I drowned.