The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine

Reality By Ben Fitts Charlie had to admit he was excited when the automated voice told him he was in a coma. He felt selfish for having that reaction; he would be leaving his girlfriend Helen and all his friends behind and he was unsure who would be able to run the rehabilitation clinic in his absence. No one else in current staff had the necessary leadership experience, and they did good work there. Still, he was unable to help the way he felt. “We wish you a speedy recovery from you condition,” the disembodied automated voice was telling him. He was disembodied as well, and all he could see around him was a field of white. “In the meantime, please enjoy the programmed comma sequence as specified in your will,” finished the voice. Charlie felt a grin on his face as he regained form. In truth, he never actually lost his form nor was the body he currently flexed truly his. His body was lying safely in a hospital bed, his brain hooked up to an immersive reality machine...