Carjacked, my body pushed out of the car, crashing to cold pavement, the hoodlum speeds away, then tires screech behind me, horns blast in campus traffic; writhing in pain, in a fetal position, barely conscious of the sounds of car doors opening.
"Carjacked!" exclaims a concerned gentleman on a cellphone, standing over me, telling a dispatcher to send an ambulance, to send for the police. A large woman with an enormous handbag - perhaps a
knockoff, telling onlookers it was some kind of robbery; I go into shock.
In shock, my arms and legs incessantly tremble, every inch of my body beginning to numb, teeth chattering, eyes rolling this way and
that. Passing out on a gurney shoved into the back of an ambulance, oxygen over my broken nose, blotches of blood soaked my back.
Within a few minutes a warm blanket of pain relief spreads across my body. A woolen quilt around my shoulders, I sit in front of a campfire on a beach, hear the waves crashing in mesolimbic glee; the mechanisms of intermittent excitatory flashes of firelight melt my eyelids shut and I feel like I’m falling down through a misty rain cloud.
Someone is holding my hand. A woman tells me, “They’re inducing
a coma so they can operate.”
Bopping along towards the car, professor Eisenszi caught up with me and perpetuated her lecture of the previous hour: how perhaps the earth is an organic form of battery, shifting poles every hundred thousand years or so; her eyeglasses sliding down her nose; her pointer finger pushing them back up; an ice storm approaching, terribly cold, sleeting.
“Tesla having wiped out two Siberian villages in 1908; it’s so typical they let him get away with it in the name of science; and, here we are discussing why Iran would even need a nuclear arsenal if they could build a HAARP instead,” her words hurried, as she made a comb with her fingers, pulling the black curls of hair off of her eyeglasses.
“Why in the world aren’t you teaching at Stanford? You’d be warm and dry right now,” I smiled before parting her company and promising to read on in the text.
Later, inside the car, stopped at a light, looking up at the clouds, wondering: upping the amplitude of the equitorial magnetic field so as to concentrate a higher level of radio waves down upon certain spots: why was so much voltage required? I forgot what she said.
A masked figure in the rearview mirror pointed an automatic pistol at my head from the backseat. He shouted something before I heard a loud clap and felt this burning sensation at the base of my skull.