The nematodes had taken infiltrated his brain.

The nematodes had taken infiltrated his brain. Slipping past each other like passengers in a bus station. But they were sonic worms. Able to
update themselves and evolve with their host. Soon his netchip were a writhing playground for the digital parasites. His zombie chip came onto a girl at netcafe. "Hey $ugar,
you look real brainy. Can I have a taste?" The netcafe girl pepper-sprayed his zombie netchip. Eventually it was just him and the zombie netchip on a bus-stop in the rain, waiting
For the Broadway bus that never showed up. He waited three hours, then three buses in a row showed up. He took the one that had seats on it. He looked at the old crmeya
puzzle in his crossword book, to pass the time. "Creamy!" He shouted it loudly upon realizing the answer. The other bus patrons scooted silently away to other seats. At Broadway
, as the bus slowed for a light, he got so excited at having cracked a hard crossword clue, that he had to jump up onto his seat and scream the solution, waving his pen: "SARIN!!!"
Within seconds, the Bureau of Dangerous Substances had him in a headlock and confiscated his pen. They let him go after finding no nerve gas on him, but he never rode that bus
again as long as he lived. It wasn't worth the risk of having any other supernatural events happen to him, and he preferred public transportation with no spatial anomalies.
Still, he felt wary. If it happened again... he didn't even want to think about it. Sighing, he continued walking, when suddenly, he tripped into a black hole. When he woke up...
He discovered he was dead of event horizon. Which meant he really wasn't dead. He was stuck in Event Horizon dieing. He was gonna die for a long time. Maybe until the next Big Bang

Started: 2012-02-13 00:45:10
Finished: 2016-12-05 05:07:22

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