Ambulance arrives quickly
Flashing lights don't help
"I thought of a good name for you. He had discarded his a long time ago.
"Alan Moy. Well, you can change the last name. As long as it's em oh why. Alan Myo?"
"Sounds a bit like Alan Mayo. Like mayonnaise. I’m not keen."
"Perhaps. It's an anagram of anomaly."
The darkened sky, patterned with stars and clouds, lay over the beast as it slept. Since the blood had
retreated inside organs the veins were sparsely populated and it was cold inside the anatomy. It
breathed slowly as it dreamed of surreal activities to keep the brain alive. Each person within the city was
a symptom of an uncontrollable subconscious, hardly able to walk or speak and acting impulsively and
with altered reality, fate now responsible as the conscience drowned beneath a heavy weight. Once the
internal impulse is destroyed exterior forces have free reign.
The ground had become soft, so when a man recoiled from the impact of a fist, an exaggerated nose
spilling blood onto his suit, he was unhurt by the fall - from which he landed headfirst - and stood quickly
to retaliate. The two bodies merged and this manifestation of violence tore at itself with limbs being
thrown out and flicked back like whips, half movements as its two brains worked in conflict and it travelled
