Badtraum2020

In the Summer of 1981 my Father came to my room and told me that he had a surprise for me. I was eleven years old and was on holiday from school. I went downstairs rubbing my eyes and saw the cabinet arcade machine stood in the middle of the living room. It was black with blue bubble lettering. Polybius. My Dad told me that he had it sent over from the United States. From Portland. It was at this moment that my Mother came downstairs. She was instantly against the idea of the machine being in the house at all. My Dad managed to convince her that it would just be there for the morning. He winked at me. He then turned the machine on at the wall and opened the coin mechanism with a key and pressed the credit button a few times. As the bubble writing came on screen the music was the usual plodding electronic tones ending in a high pitched meltdown. I looked at my Dad and he gestured for me to play. He kissed my Mother and I started to play. The maze I entered was a light green ...

I knew that my world was shrinking. All the people I once knew in the anti vaxxers alliance were dropping like syringes in a crack house. On a hot day earlier in the week they had sent a drone round to vax me. It was a trap, I had set for them. I had got a mannequin from out of my old room mates bedroom. Drilled a hole in one of the legs and proceeded to fill the entire thing up with hot water. I had then positioned the dummy in my back garden to look like he was sunbathing. I went back in the house and waited. Sure enough about a half hour later I heard the blades of the drone. It had picked up my friends heat signature lying there on a bamboo mat. And was now hovering over him getting ready to extend an arm containing a syringe to take some blood for verification. This was when I struck! I threw a large net over the thing. As it whirled impotently trying to free itself, I picked up an aluminum baseball bat and whacked it a couple of times, making sure that I didn't da...