Superheroine.
Friday August 5, 2011
“With but a flip of this switch,” cackles Dr. Isengrim, “all of downtown Urbopolis will disappear, in the swirling destructive energies of my decoherence vortex!”
“There’s no time to reach him!” thinks Inanna, the Marvellous Mistress of Might. “But if I can push the vortex, rotate it around the eigenstate of current consensus reality until it falls out of phase—but where could I find such energy?”
As Dr. Isengrim yanks the switch down and closes the connectors with a mighty spark, Inanna, the Lady of the Skies, throws wide her arms and opens herself to the orgonic energy of the city all about her as people woke and stretched and yawned and went about their Sunday morning business, heedless of their looming annihilation. As the decoherence vortex blared to life in the laboratory, as Dr. Isengrim threw back his head and cackled again, as in buildings all about her and out on the street, in restaurants and grocery stores, in lobbies and elevators and even the occasional office, men and women stirred, shifted, winced, smiled a little at private thoughts, shook their heads, licked their lips, stroked their chins, their hair, the knees of the people sitting next to them, as they harrumphed, blushed, looked away, thought longingly of someone they’d loved in college, or high school, or that summer abroad, as they stood abruptly, turned aside, draped napkins hurriedly over laps, resettled pants or coats or skirts, as they swallowed, as they closed their eyes, as the whining tearing roar of the vortex began to be heard all about them, as it gathered strength and began decohering the table it sat on, the mechanism that had generated it, the hem of Dr. Isengrim’s ratty lab coat, the first wild tendrils of Inanna’s magnificent hair, as the walls and ceiling fell away about them she threw wide her arms to the light and the heat and gathering all of that moment to one impossible point she pushed, and the vortex fell out of the world with a sound no one had ever heard before, that would echo for days in the ears of everyone in Urbopolis, and they all, every man and woman within a ten-mile radius, careened into sudden, inescapable orgasm, juddering, spasming, grinning, laughing, crying out, coming, all of them, coming.