Mary dreaming

Wet Chip 2.0

By Diomedes | Robert O'Reilly | 11 Feb 2023



Mary, Paradise Lost

I had to finish my contraption.  Now that I had my Swiss knife it was easy.  I split one end of the wire a foot, striped the ends and poked them through a small hole in each metal tab, twisting them in place.  The other end I did the same only a half inch apart so it could slip into the light socket and contact both tabs.

There were no switches or plugs in our units.  Everything was automatic.  Our bedside lights came on at dusk and went out three hours later, the kitchen and bathroom lights when you entered the room.  The toilet had one button, with a water jet and air jet to clean and dry you and then flush itself.  The shower turned on when you stepped in, with a built in dispenser of soap and shampoo, another button built into the wall with a seemingly endless supply hidden behind it, though we hardly took showers anymore.

But as I thought on this, no supply is endless.  It had to run out someday.  Was our stay here temporary?  Were maintenance people coming here while we slept, refilling it?  There was a tissue dispenser built in the wall by the toilet which also never seemed to run out.  There was a stack of extra towels in the cabinet under the sink and some cleaning supplies in another in the kitchen.  But I don’t recall ever using any and they looked untouched.  I know we never washed our clothes.  We had abandoned them long ago.  I lived in my boxer shorts and Mary in underwear, if that.  I had so many questions and no answers.  Maybe Mary could help me when I woke her.  Who I really wanted to see was John.

The bedside light had just flickered on.  I was about to set the cap on her beautiful head when another nagging question came to mind.  How long do I shock her?  I dreaded the thought of hurting her.  I decided I had better try my invention on myself.  I went to the bathroom and wet my temples, slid the hat on, pressing the tabs tight against my skin and sitting on the side of my bed, inserted the other end gingerly in the socket.

There was no jolt, just a tingling at first.  But as I held the wire in place I began to feel a definite pain after a half minute or so.  I kept it there another minute just out of curiosity, to see if the pain would become unbearable.  I was getting used to hurting myself.  The pain did increase and I pulled out the wire.  My manly experiment was over.  No one could call me a coward anymore, though they might call me stupid.

I decided to jolt her about ten seconds, pull it off and see if she opened her eyes.  You could always give more I figured but never less.  And who knows, everyone is different.  I might be thick skulled and she sensitive.

I raised her to a sitting position in the bed and repeated the experiment, counting to ten.  I noticed her face twitch several times in that short span.  Then her eyelids fluttered and finally open just as that time was up.  She looked at me just like someone coming out of a deep sleep and after a moment softly uttered: “Jack, I’ve missed you”.


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B.A. in Latin and Greek from U.C. Berkley. Writer, Blogger and retired Electrician.

Robert O'Reilly
Robert O'Reilly

I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.

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