What Drives Me
I don’t always know what I write. Or why I write. Sometimes I wake up, having dreamt of an idea that simply won’t leave my mind. It’s as if it’s been placed there by somebody else, or something else. I try and shake it off, go for a walk before sunrise, but it clutches to my thoughts like desperate wingless bird, its talons deeply embedded into the fissures of my brain. Sometimes when I write, the pain goes away. Sometimes it gets worse. Often times I begin writing, only to realize several hours have passed.
I stop and read what’s been written, by me presumably, or that entity who has taken my body for a time, and I am astonished. Sometimes I’m surprised, sometimes I’m revolted. But something deep within me keeps me from deleting these words. So I’ve decided to leave them here for you, dear reader, so you may take them as you will. Perhaps they will inspire you, or bore you. Or cause you to ponder the things that shouldn’t be pondered.
The Rat Man Cometh
My first vision involves a man and some rats. In every breed of animal, including humans, they are distributed rather evenly about a normal mean. Some are fat, some are thin. Some are passive, some aggressive. It’s well known that dog breeders have selected the best, according to their own tastes, or how much they think they’ll earn.
Others have used the same strategy with crops. Lately it’s been something of a controversy, however it has been done for many centuries, sometimes passively. Farmers collected the best ears of corn, and used only those for planting the crops for the next year. Keep this up for a few hundred years, and corn slowly becomes genetically altered. Why am I talking about corn? I do not know. Perhaps it is an example.
One young man, who was ejected from college for failing his tests too many times, was still employed as a research assistant. He learned about selective breeding. He learned that you can take the best or worst of any animal, and over time, selectively breed them to ferocious levels of specificity. He did this with rats. He got the idea by overhearing a conversation with a sales representative who sold the laboratory the mice. Certain lab mice are not simply caught in the wild, you see. They are bred for certain characteristics to make the scientific experiments much more relevant. Our young hero, or anti-hero (We’ll call him Jason) decided to do his own experiment with rats.
He had a basement with plenty of space, so he figured it was a suitable environment. Slowly he stole certain pieces of lab equipment he knew wouldn’t be missed. Nothing extravagant, mind you, only things needed to handle and identify the rats. He started by catching a few rats in traps, the humane traps that didn’t kill them. Only his motives were far from humane.
Soon he had about twenty rats, in twenty different boxes. He had separated all the male rats, and all the female rats. He put the male rats in a very agitated environment, so they would fight. He gave the female rats plenty of food, so they wouldn’t fight. He also gave them plenty of space. The male rats fought until there was only one rat left. He figured this was the most aggressive rat.
This rat became the father of all the next generation of little rats. Little rats he further separated by male and female. What the poor rats didn’t know was that the vanquished rats were blended in a food processor into rat food. One thing about rats is they quickly turn to cannibalism once it becomes the only alternative. So even if they didn’t know they were eating their ground up brothers and sisters, they wouldn’t likely have minded.
Anyhow, young Jason kept this up for several generations. One young rat couple is capable of producing several thousand offspring per year, if left alone in a suitable environment. Needless to say, Jason’s rats were not in a suitable environment.
The male children rats were all placed again in what Jason called the “Battle Zone.” Where they would fight over food until there was one rat left. This rat, the winner of the descendents of the previous winners, was much more ferocious than normal rats. How long Jason carried this out is not known, only that he kept his job at the laboratory, paid his bills and went unnoticed for at least three years. Buy young Jason had a plan that he carried with him deep in his troubled mind every single day.
And when the day came to unleash his plan, he was very pleased with himself. After several generations of breeding rats specific to ferociousness, They were very, very eager to fight, and to kill. Jason had kept them separate by this time, so they wouldn’t kill each other. He fed them a special food that would keep them sleepy and sluggish, but once the drug wore off, they would wake up and become extremely violent.
Rats Let Loose
He packed his sleeping rats, all fifty of them, in a large duffel bag. He’d time the dosage so that they would wake up a precisely midnight. Where did he leave this time bomb of rat destruction?
Why in the very dormitory that kicked him out just a few years ago! This was a very old dormitory, so there were plenty of crevices and nooks and crannies for these vicious rats, who were now starving, to weasel there way into the dorm rooms. And feast on human flesh while the innocent young college boys and girls slept.
Jason didn’t stay around to listen to the horrified screams of the students. He knew the rats would find their new home very, very pleasant. After all, college students were very apt to leave food out, and drink too much, so as not to wake up as these vicious and fearless rats crept into their dorm rooms night after night, eating anything and everything.
Including a few eyeballs and fingers.
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