Inspired from the song with the same title by Joe Satriani..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SINl5JY7LhI
There he was, perplexed at the way the tortuous cables snaked over the fancy instrument, hanging lose from everywhere. THis was the moment he had been waiting for, butterflies in stomach rocketing off to supersonic flights and the the unrest rushing through his brains. The flashy dark floor tiles were beckoning. "Go ahead man", he told himself. He was still not ready.
The doctor in the white cape urged him to take his shoes off, sit back on the seat and relax. How could he decline the command He did what he was told, as if he must. "Why shouldn't I", he thought. He had paid top dollar for the experience.
The doctor put the head gear on his head, a nylon strap reinforced helmet ornamented with antennas and little fancy LEDs and more cables hanging lose. It almost looked like an overdone contraption. Suddenly he was frightened of the possibility of something going wrong. "What if a cable comes lose?" "What if the an antenna betrayed" "Why did I" he thought and hoped and prayed as a little probe close to the ear stung him. He was scared now and overwhelmed by the sense of seriousness assumed by the doctor. The cleanliness of the room air was asphyxiating. The silent air conditioner hum was deafneing. He suddenly noticed the perfection scattered everywhere in the room. RELAX... THIS IS ONLY TEMPORARY urged the doctor. Some clicks here and there, some instruments activating, he could feel that single drop of sweat trickling down his temple.
"Why am I doing this.." he thought as he urgently missed everything outside. "Why did I.." ARE YOU READY asked the doctor. "Ye.. Y Yes... " DONT WORRY, JUST RELAX. IT WILL BE GREAT. The doctor was suddenly more casual than before.
CLICK he turned the switch on.
"What do these machines do ?" thought the man, standing by the seat. There he was, perplexed at the tortuous cables snaking over the fancy...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SINl5JY7LhI
There he was, perplexed at the way the tortuous cables snaked over the fancy instrument, hanging lose from everywhere. THis was the moment he had been waiting for, butterflies in stomach rocketing off to supersonic flights and the the unrest rushing through his brains. The flashy dark floor tiles were beckoning. "Go ahead man", he told himself. He was still not ready.
The doctor in the white cape urged him to take his shoes off, sit back on the seat and relax. How could he decline the command He did what he was told, as if he must. "Why shouldn't I", he thought. He had paid top dollar for the experience.
The doctor put the head gear on his head, a nylon strap reinforced helmet ornamented with antennas and little fancy LEDs and more cables hanging lose. It almost looked like an overdone contraption. Suddenly he was frightened of the possibility of something going wrong. "What if a cable comes lose?" "What if the an antenna betrayed" "Why did I" he thought and hoped and prayed as a little probe close to the ear stung him. He was scared now and overwhelmed by the sense of seriousness assumed by the doctor. The cleanliness of the room air was asphyxiating. The silent air conditioner hum was deafneing. He suddenly noticed the perfection scattered everywhere in the room. RELAX... THIS IS ONLY TEMPORARY urged the doctor. Some clicks here and there, some instruments activating, he could feel that single drop of sweat trickling down his temple.
"Why am I doing this.." he thought as he urgently missed everything outside. "Why did I.." ARE YOU READY asked the doctor. "Ye.. Y Yes... " DONT WORRY, JUST RELAX. IT WILL BE GREAT. The doctor was suddenly more casual than before.
CLICK he turned the switch on.
"What do these machines do ?" thought the man, standing by the seat. There he was, perplexed at the tortuous cables snaking over the fancy...
