Metaverse part 4 (ending) - (continued from post in November 2009)

The prison that she would sit in for forty days and forty nights, clawing at her hands with her nails to release the tension. But she would stop eventually - the punishment of her exile from the greater Russian society. She would be redeemed by the men who would make love to her in the night, oily skin hot against their bodies in the prison. Some of them raped her, coming up behind her in the shower and she would scream and be strangled by pillowslips.

But that was over now and she was free from that. Her ambition was to write a new novel. Something fresh about androids or dragons. Something with fantasy and love in it, with Elvin language woven as a tapestry in the veins of the storyline. They would chatter in the Elvin lore and she would swoon at the thought of that language. She wanted to be pure as the largest wave on the planet Earth. She wondered if other planets had bigger and better waves on them. Maybe out past VY Canis Majoris there was some small planet (relatively small), like Earth that held intelligent life. Maybe on this tiny planet, miniscule in its isolated magnificence, there were humanoid like reptilians or some such bizarre and calculated creature that would swim amongst the water lilies and kiss each other, in love, always in love, forever more.

But her main job was as a secretary at Myers, in Leningrad. She liked Lenin, sure, sure, he was masculine. She could of married Lenin, back in the 1920s, but they were now entering the decade of the 2010s or the 10s. It was an exciting time for all branches of biological science. Anyway she had forgotten to take her Lamictal for her bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder was reaching epidemic levels these days. The Naluza government in Russia had put a certain secret chemical in the water supply. The chemical triggered manic episodes. She thought it was called Citalopram. They were using the antidepressant in trace qualities in the water supply. It came from the Lemina dam up in the town of Krushev, which was 40 miles northwest from her apartment in Leningrad, that she was currently sitting in. Anyway, she thought in her internal dialogue - the Citalopram was good for some, but extremely bad for others. It caused all sorts of side effects, diarrhoea, incontinence, constipation, dizzy spells and a whole host of physical complaints. She was talking to her hubby:

'Why on Earth did they put Citalopram in the water supply.'
'Because they're stupid. Do you want to watch Fight Club?'
'Don't change the subject dear. It is an antidepressant. Mental Illness is a fictional construct, created by conspiring governments. The Americans are good pals with the English and Russians. This is a plan to slow down the minds of the masses in order to coerce them to consume the information portals.'
'Okay, honey, I am putting on a Blue Ray.'

So, she was upset at this gross injustice. What did gross mean anyway?

She flicked through the Men's Monthly that had recently come on the market and as she looked outside the window, she felt a great urge to be free of the chemical control of Celexa, as the generic was named.

She wanted to go fishing down by the river, but it was like she could not decide whether to go or not. She thought about it for ten minutes and then announced to her husband...