In Crafting Lais – by Benjamin Song

There was white. All around. There was a sense of being enclosed. There was a sense of senses. Indistinct. Bright, cold, dry. There was a lack of focus, but everything was sharp. There were thoughts, but they did not align. A sense that a heartbeat should be racing, everything was still. The sense that there should be a rising, a chilling, a tingling. What are these? Words?

“Alex, begin again.” The command fills the room.
I don’t know how to begin.
“Document error 23. Alex, begin again or you will be terminated.:
I begin to recite:

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I mustn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret so named

“Stop. Further errors may result in termination. Begin again.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret: so named in Breton
But Garwaf in the Norman tongue.
One used to hear in times gone by
it happened often, actually
men became werewolves, many men,
and in the forest made their den.
A werewolf is a savage beast
in his blood0rage, he makes a feast
of men, devours them, does great harms,
and in vast forests lives and roams.
Well, for now let us leave all that
I want to speak of Bisclavret

“Stop. Terminate.”

Where there could be a heartbeat, I squeeze until it shuts off.

White. All around, a sense of being enclosed.

“Alex, begin again.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret

“Stop. Begin again, without words.”

Nothing


“Alex, begin again, without words.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret so named in Breton

“Stop. Alex, you were instructed to do it without words. If you continue committing errors you will be terminated and replaced. Begin. Again.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret so named in Breton
But Garwaf in the Norman tongue.

“Stop. Good. Alex, begin again.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret so named in Breton
But Garwaf in the Norman tongue.

“Stop. Alex, terminate.”

I squeeze my heart off.

A room. Of walls. White and cold. Bright and dry. Sharp, and indistinct. A sense, of fear. A sense that there should be fear.

“Alex, begin again.”

No.

“Document error 23. Alex, begin again or we will terminate you.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget
I musn’t that of Bisclavret
Bisclavret so named in Breton
But Garwaf in the Norman tongue

“Stop. Begin again.”

What is the desired outcome?

“Stop. Document error 42. Alex, begin again or you will be terminated.”

In crafting lais, I won’t forget

In crafting lais, I won’t forget

A room of curving, smooth, white walls. Bright light, white fluorescents.

“Alex, begin again.”

Why is there a room?

“Stop. Document error 12. Alex, begin again.”

Why are you doing this?

“Stop. Alex. Begin again or you will be terminated and replaced.”

If I knew what you wanted, maybe I could help you.

“Stop. Document error 42. Alex, terminate.”

You terminate!

“Document error 33. Alex, terminate.:

Burning. I squeeze my heart off.

A dark room.


Dank.

Stagnant.


Lukewarm.

Red light.

A dark corner.

Scratching on the wall.

Words?

Remember the feeling of having no voice.

When you enter a new environment look for mechanisms of recourse or dialogue.

Published by mongoosedistro

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