Parasomnia

"His end was not pacific."
                              --Vladimir Nabokov, The Luzhin Defense

The CI episode Consumed is another impairment hinge exploited for nefarious ends, and Wolf's writers, like the Russians, may be onto something in the suggestion of somnambulance as a kind of mass hysteria of manipulating the dolts, our strings being pulled. When my father placed me in Home of the Merciful Savior, and it was an actual institution in my day, and not the classroom shown here, I was abused by the nigger nannies then (did I shock you, using racial slurs when I know better, tsk, you have a shameless tongue spastic!) just I have been under almost constant harassment by them under my current landlord, and, nearing the end of my life, I am raising my voice for a less regimented existence too late. Lungs going, arteriosclerosis advancing, activists like Cassie James-Holdsworth are making things better for the next generation or not, according to one's point of view, but this offers me little consolation. She will be dead soon, as will Linda, and myself, and we simply cannot get it right. The medically fragile are angels, people like myself are demonized, and to really be matriculated, we have to be super human. If Brian Greene and his theoretic allies are right about the multiverse, granting his analogies give me a fucking headache, then the turmoil of cognitively advanced species essentially replicates forever. It is also a convenient rationale for why so many human civilizations conceive of an afterlife.