three demons. They will all feed you a bunch of horseshit. You will be distracted by their tales of subterfuge and power. They all want Mono100. They all seek the absolute power that you seek. You will go along with this. The Compliance Program installed in you was the result of an experiment undertaken with wild horses in order to avoid the breaking-in process. This resulted in mutated genetics that made the horses become more intelligent and many of them gained the power of speech. Your father has passed a version of this program onto you. Who created these mutant horses is still unknown to you. You may transgress this programming if the circumstances are right. This strand of your DNA is to remain silent. It is created to remain a subliminal command, like those found on bad heavy metal records. Security systems have been implemented to activate if you breach the silence of this program.”
J’s body was spent juicily. He withdrew from the socket, but the window of the studio had shattered, a pie had broken through the glass. It flew into the new head’s jaw. On it was written in white icing: “You are going to forget all that you have learnt if you eat this pie.”
The new head could not resist. It chewed away on the black fruit mince with its black sultanas and black sugar and black apple. All memory of the red button melted away with each bite of the treat.
J’s body closed its eyes as black weevils dropped from the ceiling on gossamer threads. Everything that had just been described happened again in reverse order up until the mentioning of ping-pong balls.
They passed slowly by.
(ii) destruction and the insemination of death
The crew stared at J, who was for a