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Originally, 'The Missing Patient' was a short story first written between 1999-2001. I loved the concept of the world created and felt that it represented all the different areas I wanted to explore, that all my work as a visual artist and what I call 'Random Dablings' (which I now use as lyrics), could be contained within that world.
I have now begun re-writing that original short story. I don't know what will come of it. Below is the first page.
The Old World has broken out in war all over the entire land, people fighting and dying for what they believe in. Violence and chaos reign but the people stay faithful to their beliefs and die, almost willingly because to them it gives them reason. They feel their existence meaningful, as they all walk in faith.
Meanwhile, in The New World, the only people who are not atheists are in psych-wards, which are all quite empty. Reason and logic, science is their religion. People only fear death and this is why the largest corporations sell life-expansion plans. People here are all gamers and addicts to prescription medicine, which most popular brands are owned by the same corporations selling life-expansion (This same corporation also provides such services as cosmetic surgery and human cloning). Everyone uses supplement pills instead of eating a proper diet, “life-enhancing” drugs to enhance their gaming, never to know how it feels to generate real emotions and adrenaline from real life experiences. This is where our story takes place….
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In the Northwestern Psychiatric Center, someone is waking up. Someone without an identity, without a single memory has woken up in a perfectly clean bright, white room with padded walls. They slowly realize that they are lying on their back on a very thin, long hospital bed. It frightens them how slow their muscles are to react as they try to sit up and get to their feet. The room has a good sized television, long white couch and a white wide, tall chair. In what resembled what once might have been a closet, a tiny bathroom had been set up, yet there was no door to close or a mirror to look into. Everything was white and padded. It would be difficult for a person to find a way to kill themselves in this space, they thought. Other than an obviously locked, big white padded door - there was nothing else to look at. The room was as clean and empty feeling as their mind.
I have now begun re-writing that original short story. I don't know what will come of it. Below is the first page.
Prologue
Our story takes place in the near future…
Humanity has split in two. The far right and the far left. There is no in between, no balance, and all is chaos. Our story takes place in the near future…
The Old World has broken out in war all over the entire land, people fighting and dying for what they believe in. Violence and chaos reign but the people stay faithful to their beliefs and die, almost willingly because to them it gives them reason. They feel their existence meaningful, as they all walk in faith.
Meanwhile, in The New World, the only people who are not atheists are in psych-wards, which are all quite empty. Reason and logic, science is their religion. People only fear death and this is why the largest corporations sell life-expansion plans. People here are all gamers and addicts to prescription medicine, which most popular brands are owned by the same corporations selling life-expansion (This same corporation also provides such services as cosmetic surgery and human cloning). Everyone uses supplement pills instead of eating a proper diet, “life-enhancing” drugs to enhance their gaming, never to know how it feels to generate real emotions and adrenaline from real life experiences. This is where our story takes place….
The Missing Patient
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In the Northwestern Psychiatric Center, someone is waking up. Someone without an identity, without a single memory has woken up in a perfectly clean bright, white room with padded walls. They slowly realize that they are lying on their back on a very thin, long hospital bed. It frightens them how slow their muscles are to react as they try to sit up and get to their feet. The room has a good sized television, long white couch and a white wide, tall chair. In what resembled what once might have been a closet, a tiny bathroom had been set up, yet there was no door to close or a mirror to look into. Everything was white and padded. It would be difficult for a person to find a way to kill themselves in this space, they thought. Other than an obviously locked, big white padded door - there was nothing else to look at. The room was as clean and empty feeling as their mind.
Posted by The Missing Patient at 11/28/2010 11:25 PM 
Categories: Short Stories, Random Dablings
Tags: random dablings short stories short story the missing patient Page 1 Jeremy Heynen
Categories: Short Stories, Random Dablings
Tags: random dablings short stories short story the missing patient Page 1 Jeremy Heynen
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