Shred Room 56: Saqqara

that sounds potentially terrifying

this morning my brain put together the plot to an action/scifi with extremely overused plot elements. dude has a car that uses a human brain to control various systems. he's on the run from some kinda organization (they seemed to be trying to do the brain thing too but for them it's just creating homicidal/suicidal mechanical golems) probably gov't contracted weapons manufacturer. dude's working brain probably got stolen by the organization for a bit. blah blah blah eventually dude and his team put a stop to the organization. dude's team tries to convince dude to build a humanoid body for the brain so brain can resume a more normal life. dude's all suspiciously defensive about it "(brain) agreed to this" "it was the only way too save (brain)" "(brain)'s brain has probably completely rewired and forgotten itself" "would that really be a blessing for (brain)?" team runs tests and determines... idk the brain would respond well to a transplant...? (I'd have to ask my own brain about this one) they finally transplant into a huge war machine body (all faded blue paint with some faded red detail. probably 'borrowed' from the organization) ...with a head on it that I can only assume my own brain modeled after Thomas Pridgen, dreadlocks and all. google einstein hubo for possible influence on that. presumably all seems well so the psychiatrist or teacher or guy with most neuroscience experience (surprisingly not the dude that put (brain) in the car in the first place) sees if (brain) remembers basics like the alphabet. "so repeat after me: 'a'" 'a' "b" 'b' "c" 'd' "let's try again. 'a'" 'a' "b" 'b and d' LATER 'well I remember things like...' *Pridgenbot performs several combat maneuvers, perhaps from time spent in the army or whatever group the original dude was a part of before fleeing from it or programmed into him when organization stole him out of the car* LATER 'saved my life? SAVED MY LIFE? You showed up banging on the door of my workshop in the middle of the night out of breath and pleading for a car and money. next thing I know we're all but surrounded and you convince me to get in the car with you. I get shot in the back and black out, when I wake up you're standing over me with a needle telling me you'll fix everything and then the sedative kicks in and I'm... the processor for your car's f**king computer?' silence from the team 'how bad was it, hmm? they got me in the spine I'd guess? well hey you know what? what if i'd be f**king fine with lifelong paralysis (dude)? you seen the f**king wheelchairs they've got these days? oh but no, you gotta use me for your car. excuse me--MY OWN CAR. you coulda just dropped me off at a hospital. clearly you got away from the f**kers shooting at you for long enough to pull my brain out--mind you my concept of time could be a little off from being a CAR for two years--but that's enough time to I don't know... anonymously call an ambulance?'

Is it a sequel to My Mother the Car?

^ let it be known that I tried the reply to your PM with "lol k" but the CAPTCHA wouldn't let me.

oh and now the boat is leaving ten minutes before the time on the ticket!
f**king bullsh*tters at Tallink!

ohh I mean I did get on the boat, it's just not very consistent of them ay
and the internet connection sucks btw, though they did make me laugh by specifically requesting us NOT to throw cigarette butts overboard

^ it's true. it gives them gill cancer.

Fish smoke whatever I give them usually

I would have loved to see that picture
me and Vompatti are currently making some musics right now btw

I'm actually home most of this weekend so I could totally be tje Yoko Ono to your Beatles.