Mysterious Machines, Part 2

Mysterious Machines, Part 2

Submitted by Hermosa Brown on December 5, 2017

NOTE: This is Part 2 of the “Mysterious Machines” Series. If you missed it, read Part 1!

Being that the inversion table was in my living room, I decided to turn on the television and give it a try. To my surprise, I found it a good experience, despite being a bit nervous to use it at first, especially as gravity was doing its thing and my feet were above my head. Over the next few days, I found myself using the inversion table more and more. I began to become excited to use it. One day on my way home from work, I even stopped at the grocery store and picked up a salad and some fruit. I was surprised by what was happening to me. It was like the mysterious appearance of the inversion table had made me rethink my life. I had a lot of years ahead of me and I wanted them to be healthy ones.

A week after the inversion table arrived, I came home and found another surprise in my living room. Once again there was no sign of where this new piece of equipment came from. I contemplated calling the police. After all, someone had entered my apartment without my permission. However, on another walk around, I found that nothing had been moved or disturbed. The paper on top of the new arrival, said that it was a body vibration machine.

 Intrigued by its arrival, I gave it a try. The vibrations sort of tickled and I couldn’t help but giggle as I used it. Later in the evening, I used the inversion table again. Over the next week, I continued to find myself eating healthier and using the exercise equipment on a daily basis. I found myself creating routines around the use of the equipment. I’d get up in the morning and use the body vibration machine, then I’d pack myself a healthy lunch for work, eat my breakfast and then head off to work. Instead of taking the elevator, I’d use the stairs.

At first, I found this a challenge. I was short of breath, going up them, but after a few days, I found it getting easier and easier. Similarly, I gradually found eating better and exercising to be normal things in my life now. When I went to the grocery store, I bought less junk like chips and cookies. When they weren’t in my apartment, I couldn’t eat them. In the evening, when I’d get home, I’d once again use the stairs, unless I had a lot of stuff to take up to the third floor. Then, I’d use the inversion table, followed by a short break, and then fifteen minutes on the body vibration machine. Next, I’d make myself a healthy supper. I made sure to drink more water each day too.

Every time I used the exercise equipment, I couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten into my apartment. It had been just the kick I needed to make me re-evaluate my life’s choices. It felt like an angel had brought it. I would really like to meet that angel. I hope that he or she comes forward one day. Perhaps, he or she doesn’t want me to know who they are, because they came into my apartment without permission. However, I am very grateful to them and just want to thank them for changing my life.

My exercising also gave me increased self-confidence, especially after neighbors and co-workers began to notice and comment. Next week, I’m going to take a Saturday and go shopping for some new clothing because some of what I own is now getting to be too big on me. The exercise equipment arriving in my apartment is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me in my life, and I plan to continue using it and bettering my life.

Mysterious Machines, Part 1

Mysterious Machines, Part 1

Submitted by Hermosa Brown on December 5, 2017

It had been a normal Friday until I came home from work. I unlocked the door to my apartment, opened it and went inside. Immediately, I saw that things were not right. In the middle of my living room was a strange piece of equipment. I had not ordered anything, and I hadn’t given anyone permission to enter my apartment either.

I walked back to my door and looked at it. There was no sign of forced entry, and if whoever had brought the strange thing that was sitting where my coffee table had once stood, they would have taken something, not brought something. While my coffee table had been moved, it was still in my house. I walked from room to room looking to see if anything else was different, but nothing else had been touched. And, it appeared that whomever had put the thing in my living room had used a key. I wondered if maybe the landlord had allowed someone admittance, but to the wrong apartment.

 I decided to watch the bulletin board in our lobby to see if any sort of notice appeared. In the meantime, I was curious about what was sitting in my living room. It wasn’t in a box and appeared to be fully set up. On top of the item that looked like a swinging table was a piece of paper. I picked it up and began to read. I learned that the strange item I was looking at was an inversion table and the paper also explained how to use it. There was still no clue of how it had ended up in my living room.

I’m not one for much exercise. I’m not saying that exercise is bad, I simply have never managed to make it a part of my routine. I have a lot of bad habits, I know. For one, I’m overweight and enjoy junk food far too much. A typical day for me is heading off to work where I’m a mattress tester. This is an amazing job. I get to sleep and relax a lot at work. But before you go out and apply to be one too, you’ve got to know, that there is also a lot of paperwork that goes with the job. I need to fill out detailed reports on all the mattresses I test. I do this at my desk after I test each mattress because I don’t want to mix up any of them. I’m thirty-four years old and have been doing this job for ten years.

When I get home, I usually make myself a cup of sugar and open a bag of chips or popcorn to snack on while I watch something on television. Often, I order take out and then eat it in front of the TV, and then I head off to bed. The next morning, I start the same routine over again. On the weekends, I usually binge watch on television shows. I don’t have many friends, am shy and between my less than beautiful physique and my shyness, it is hard to attract a boyfriend.

End of Part 1. Stay tuned for Part 2!

Cossmass Infinities 11 – The Children of Alex Rankin | Cossmass Productions

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Cossmass Infinities 11 – The Children of Alex Rankin

Content Rating: General

Written by Steve Vance

Read by Paul W Campbell

His name was Sergio Oliva, and the other children called him “Pollo.” “Chicken.”

Melanie Rankin was sitting beneath the ancient elm in the southeast corner of the schoolyard, reading PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (for the third time), when she heard Sergio wheezing heavily while trying to keep up with the other eight­year­olds who were running riot throughout the playground. He tried to emulate their joyous cries and the abandon with which they chased one another, but the best that he could manage was a kind of wan laughter as he hobbled behind the noisy group.

Melanie thought that Sergio was a beautiful child, with the largest brown eyes she had ever seen. But his right leg was badly misshapen at both the knee and ankle, so that even with a brace and several past surgeries, he was still forced to throw his arms away from his body in a desperate effort to maintain his balance with every step. The action reminded the other kids of a bird flapping its wings.

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Cossmass Infinities 9 – Under A Closed Sky | Cossmass Productions

Cossmass Infinities 9 – Under A Closed Sky | Cossmass Productions

 

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Parental Guidance

Written by Colum Paget
Read by Stefanie Gallacher

They come at night, of course. Infra-red vision gives them yet another advantage in the chaotic dark, and perhaps they believe they cannot similarly be seen under night’s black blanket. They hit the shanty-town with three auto-striders left over from Stupid War II. Behind these are the troops with their night goggles, keeping their distance not because they fear the townsfolk, but because the striders have been set to fire at movement.

The robot gun platforms pick their way into the town with exaggerated, nimble, three-legged care. They follow pre-programmed patrol patterns that will keep them at a safe distance from each other. They are mechanized-ankle deep in the litter and rubble before it happens. Maybe it’s a dog. Maybe it’s a plastic bag shifting in the faint breeze. Whatever it is, the mini-guns on a strider churn into life, and that chattering bark wakes the town. Scant moments later the darkness is alight. ‘Houses’ made of tin and canvas are swept away by streams of thrown metal. The people break cover screaming, and pour out into the passageways like ants from a disturbed nest. Caught in the gorgon gaze of the auto-striders a person, a man, a woman, a child, decomposes like one of those fast-forward-films of a carcass being stripped by bugs. They stumble over each other and over the piles of steaming meat that were once their families, and cram into the narrow streets, forming tidy rivers of scrambling people that the auto-striders hose with hot metal.

The troops watch through their night vision, laughing and whooping, and making bets on how far this or that person will run. These are the same boys and girls who grin in dress-uniform from photo-frames on parental and grand-parental fireplaces.

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Cossmass Infinities 8 – Sister of the Benevolent Gods | Cossmass Productions

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Written by Ripley Patton
Read by Stefanie Gallacher

When I was young, mortality seemed tremendously romantic. I left the Mountain of the Gods when I came of age, filled with youthful wanderlust and strong desire to thumb my nose at my family, though I wouldn’t have admitted it then. I wasn’t a goddess yet. Most humans think all immortals are divine, but within our pantheon, men are born gods, and only the women who marry them become goddesses.

It wasn’t until much later, after I’d married a human I loved and began to age, that I questioned the wisdom of my defection. Now, after sixty human years, mortality looms. Saulos knows my dilemma even though I have not spoken a word of it. He knows, as I pack my small satchel with a favorite brush, a pair of comfortable slippers, a bit of parchment and a well­worn quill, that I may not come back.

“Do you have a gift?” he asks, knowing I rarely think of such things. I was raised with the gods, and we don’t give gifts; we are the gift. Old habits die hard.

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Cossmass Infinities 7 – Early Edition | Cossmass Productions

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Parental Guidance – 13

Written by Don Norum
Read by Paul W Campbell

Kyle Gardner was at his desk sipping coffee and organizing notes, flush with the spiking of a story with ten seconds till deadline. The phone rang.

“Kyle Gardner, Baltimore Courier.”

“Kyle. I was wondering…” His wife’s voice, cracking, pulling hard to keep itself together. “Did you pick Megan up from school early today? Took her to work?”

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Cossmass Infinities 5 – Half-Breed | Cossmass Productions

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Written by Jo Thomas
Read by Paul W Campbell

After she had run to the end of the beach, she walked down to the water. With her hands in her pockets, she pursued the waves up and down, following the water as it was pulled away, walking away and back up the beach as it came in. A simple game, even childish, but she was no longer child-like enough to commit herself fully to it. There were no more squeals of pleasure or excited dashes for her in human form.

As Alex stopped in her dejection, a wave broke gently over her shoes. She looked down at the water, almost dazed enough by her emotions to forget why she stood there. She turned and walked up to the top of the beach, passed the high water mark. A flutter of movement up on the path caught her eye and she looked up. There was Olsen, his overcoat flapping in the sea breeze, brief-case in hand. She could not quite see his expression, but his stance was relaxed. For a moment, she allowed herself the illusion that someone out there did care about her.

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Cossmass Infinities 4 – Our Father’s Eyes | Cossmass Productions

Cossmass Infinities 4 – Our Father’s Eyes | Cossmass Productions

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Parental Guidance – 13

Written by Georgina Kamsika
Read by Rachel Beveridge

Fluffed up blonde hair, baby blue eyes and lips red like the cherry she still has, Britney’s working that street corner like she’s been doing it for years. Fifteen going on twenty, she has the pimps wrapped around her finger so we can stake out this spot no trouble. My best friend since infant school, she’s always been the leader, she doesn’t feel the fear that crawls in my gut. She sticks out a skinny hip and wiggles at a lone car as it cruises past, swinging her bulky shoulder bag like a flag.

The streetlight flickers, illuminating the broken down houses, the street littered with rubbish. Peeling posters decorate the brick walls, photos of missing children with lank hair and dead eyes. A black triangle symbol is sprayed over them, a red five inside the shape.

Another car crawls past, slithering like a slug, the driver not liking what we’re selling. Rainbow neon disguises the colour, but not the age. Rust drips, a geriatric skin disease. Everything here is old, except us.

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Cossmass Infinities 3 – Suicide is Painless | Cossmass Productions

Cossmass Infinities 3 – Suicide is Painless | Cossmass Productions

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Parental Guidance

Written by Don Norum
Read by Paul W Campbell

Lucia got up out of bed and stood naked in front of the mirror to examine her body in the dim light. Alexander Perez pushed the sheets down to his waist and sat up on his elbows, watching the gentle bulge of neuroptic interface clusters beneath her skin, sockets glinting like diamonds as they caught the gentle glow from the edges of the ceiling. She held her arms out straight from her sides and worked them through their range of motion.

First the fingers on her right hand, then left. From there on up to the wrists, the jewels in the palms of her hands spinning in small circles as her exercises moved up to her forearms.

“I was awake for the procedure, you know,” she said to the gloom. “It was an odd feeling, to have my flesh sliced open and the circuits put in, little antiseptic globs of plastic bonded to my bones to keep them in place. I could feel them itching as they knit around the anchor posts – it was worst in the lower back and hands.”

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