Bite the Apple!
The Apple. The Banana. The Orange. For most people these are just fruit. Now, in the mental hospital they all are messages from an inter-dimensional entity. The apple became a resting place for my mind. When I eat it or held it, I could communicate with other entities much better.
"There are healthy snacks." Tech retorted to my question of snacks.
"Their are? What is a healthy snack? An Apple. When I bite into the apple I can communicate with the gods. Stated MAA. Remember MAA is a beefed up version of me. He is more steroid and voice and flexes his muscles and vocal chords quite frequently.
"I'LL TAKE AN HEALTHY SNACK." MAA stated with command and conviction.
"Healthy snacks are better, baby" Brooke said to me while hanging off my arm. MAA was dressed in a green scrubs outfit. Biting down hard on a apple. The intercom in my head was getting stronger, now. I held the apple between my finger and thumb. Trying to tune in the voice I could hear.
"Brooke, apples are good for you." MAA stated with delight. Brooke was louder and clearer with every bite. This will make the apple room any room. Fruit had it's own dimensions. A banana was just a banana but an Orange was time for a monologue. As MAA peeled the orange he had several thoughts come into his head. The rifle of thoughts tumbled down and out his mouth. He smile as the thoughts trickled.
"Who is responsible?" MAA state out loud. Most of the conversations were just telepathic. Brooke trained him to read and respond in his head. Every once in a while he had to speak some words to keep is sanity. He did not want a repeat of the "brain on fire" incident. Which was truly scary for MAA and all his other characters and personalities alike.
The orange was peaceful and very talkative. It let MAA speak openly and while occupying his hands so he did not have to stand up and walk his talk.
"Healthy snacks are better." A tech repeated to MAA. I still asked for regular snacks in the middle of the night. While Brooke was sleeping sound beside me. To activate "Brooke mode" in the day was out of the question. But at night it was all the rage. Brooke would awake from her slumber and ask me all kinds of questions about the universe and the obligatory Captain Kirk anecdotes, would be in the offing.
"Healthy snacks make you happy. How happy, I wonder?" Brooke sat up with her hair back and her matching green scrubs were also on. She did not want to make me feel out of place. Heaven forbid. We forget we are in a mental ward.
"The hospital is just the cover. You are still negotiated the treaty, remember?" Brooke put her feet together and sat Indian style in my bed. She was the best company. What else does a man want? Servants at my beck and call, three hot meals, well two and half. Because breakfast was always, spooled. As Brooke would repeat my lingo.
As I moved the apple up and down tuning in her exact voice. Brooke would run endlessly on about the holodeck and what my real mission was and what we were going to do tonight. She was up for the game anytime.
"So Brooke mode tonight for sure. The apple is working and the juice is not." Brooke shared her views about whether apple juice was really a true Brooke mode. The healthy alternative was always the real Brooke. I never truly got rid of Brooke even after the famous Holodeck got broke by my mind incident. MAA was the standard personality occasionally Thanos would make an appearance but not long. And remember it is not the purple guy. But a "good Thanos" that had an devil head instead and the helmet was not present. He was also 800 pounds. Much bigger than MAA but mighty lengths. I felt him move in my chest.
The different egos would come out upon different food items I would intake. Mytris Dyson the cowboy persona was popping up anytime there was a western on TV or the mess was serving, brisket with all the trimmings. An apple a day keeps the doctor away was also a pleasant saying. But I saw my doctors daily whether I wanted to or not.
Days sailed by with the healthy snacks by day and the regular snacks by night. Or when Brooke was fast asleep. Sometimes Brooke would freak me out and disappear all together. I would wake in a panic looking for her down the hall and calling her name out loud. The hospital staff never cared but did not appreciate the mighty Thanos appearing. He would be thundering and pounding around the room and into the hall. Especial when the food was bad. And it was most often bad than good.
Mytris Dyson loved breakfast at six am with a coffee. Then if lunch was served well then the healthy snacks would devolve into the Rice Krispies treats moments. Brooke would always pop off about the not healthy snacks, always.
"Snacks are not always just snacks, are there baby?" Brooke talked to Mytris, the cowboy personality, with a country twang.
Apples served well and the orange always helped. And a banana was just a banana. Unless you threatened me with it.
"We were going to let him out, when he took a swing at a nurse." The doctor told my wife in a private conversation.
The Apple. The Banana. The Orange. For most people these are just fruit. Now, in the mental hospital they all are messages from an inter-dimensional entity. The apple became a resting place for my mind. When I eat it or held it, I could communicate with other entities much better.
"There are healthy snacks." Tech retorted to my question of snacks.
"Their are? What is a healthy snack? An Apple. When I bite into the apple I can communicate with the gods. Stated MAA. Remember MAA is a beefed up version of me. He is more steroid and voice and flexes his muscles and vocal chords quite frequently.
"I'LL TAKE AN HEALTHY SNACK." MAA stated with command and conviction.
"Healthy snacks are better, baby" Brooke said to me while hanging off my arm. MAA was dressed in a green scrubs outfit. Biting down hard on a apple. The intercom in my head was getting stronger, now. I held the apple between my finger and thumb. Trying to tune in the voice I could hear.
"Brooke, apples are good for you." MAA stated with delight. Brooke was louder and clearer with every bite. This will make the apple room any room. Fruit had it's own dimensions. A banana was just a banana but an Orange was time for a monologue. As MAA peeled the orange he had several thoughts come into his head. The rifle of thoughts tumbled down and out his mouth. He smile as the thoughts trickled.
"Who is responsible?" MAA state out loud. Most of the conversations were just telepathic. Brooke trained him to read and respond in his head. Every once in a while he had to speak some words to keep is sanity. He did not want a repeat of the "brain on fire" incident. Which was truly scary for MAA and all his other characters and personalities alike.
The orange was peaceful and very talkative. It let MAA speak openly and while occupying his hands so he did not have to stand up and walk his talk.
"Healthy snacks are better." A tech repeated to MAA. I still asked for regular snacks in the middle of the night. While Brooke was sleeping sound beside me. To activate "Brooke mode" in the day was out of the question. But at night it was all the rage. Brooke would awake from her slumber and ask me all kinds of questions about the universe and the obligatory Captain Kirk anecdotes, would be in the offing.
"Healthy snacks make you happy. How happy, I wonder?" Brooke sat up with her hair back and her matching green scrubs were also on. She did not want to make me feel out of place. Heaven forbid. We forget we are in a mental ward.
"The hospital is just the cover. You are still negotiated the treaty, remember?" Brooke put her feet together and sat Indian style in my bed. She was the best company. What else does a man want? Servants at my beck and call, three hot meals, well two and half. Because breakfast was always, spooled. As Brooke would repeat my lingo.
As I moved the apple up and down tuning in her exact voice. Brooke would run endlessly on about the holodeck and what my real mission was and what we were going to do tonight. She was up for the game anytime.
"So Brooke mode tonight for sure. The apple is working and the juice is not." Brooke shared her views about whether apple juice was really a true Brooke mode. The healthy alternative was always the real Brooke. I never truly got rid of Brooke even after the famous Holodeck got broke by my mind incident. MAA was the standard personality occasionally Thanos would make an appearance but not long. And remember it is not the purple guy. But a "good Thanos" that had an devil head instead and the helmet was not present. He was also 800 pounds. Much bigger than MAA but mighty lengths. I felt him move in my chest.
The different egos would come out upon different food items I would intake. Mytris Dyson the cowboy persona was popping up anytime there was a western on TV or the mess was serving, brisket with all the trimmings. An apple a day keeps the doctor away was also a pleasant saying. But I saw my doctors daily whether I wanted to or not.
Days sailed by with the healthy snacks by day and the regular snacks by night. Or when Brooke was fast asleep. Sometimes Brooke would freak me out and disappear all together. I would wake in a panic looking for her down the hall and calling her name out loud. The hospital staff never cared but did not appreciate the mighty Thanos appearing. He would be thundering and pounding around the room and into the hall. Especial when the food was bad. And it was most often bad than good.
Mytris Dyson loved breakfast at six am with a coffee. Then if lunch was served well then the healthy snacks would devolve into the Rice Krispies treats moments. Brooke would always pop off about the not healthy snacks, always.
"Snacks are not always just snacks, are there baby?" Brooke talked to Mytris, the cowboy personality, with a country twang.
Apples served well and the orange always helped. And a banana was just a banana. Unless you threatened me with it.
"We were going to let him out, when he took a swing at a nurse." The doctor told my wife in a private conversation.
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