A Night Out with Mister Sister by Rev. Stang

The notorious West Side Clevelandian SubGenius known as iDRMRSR (pronounced "Mister Sister" by me) has mentioned his new second pad over here on the East Side, horrifyingly close to where We/I live, and also very close to where the barely less notorious Rev. Geo works at the Emergency Slack Abuse Squad.

Well, we were there last night, and this is my testimony.

First we went to that Mongolian place at Coventry that our fellow Clevelandian alt.slack.fux recommended. The restaurant is a fine one, unusually interactive since you mix your own stir fry basically, and Mister Sister acted perfectly normal -- for Mister Sister -- while we were there.

It was when we saw his new old condo that we got worried. It's a LONE NUT CRAZY STALKER-MAN house if ever I saw one -- but not the obsessive-emergentile kind with eighteen million perfectly cut out pictures of one woman, or one evil politician, covering every square inch, and boxes of rotting media. No, it was the OTHER kind of lone nut crazy man house -- EMPTY. Like he's ready to fflee and change names (AGAIN, NO DOUBT!!) at a moment's notice. Wei says this is because he's just moved in and all his decorative stuff is at his other place. But I know better. There probably IS no other place. But I digress.

Mister Sister's place is all blank whoite walls, blank white carpet, a rudimentary set of kitchen appliances, and...

his "MODULE".

It's this huge chair-room-environment-cybermonster that he's actually plugged into with tubes! He puts on this weird mask with all these wires and clear plastic tubes full of some kind of clear gas and while all this stuff is feeding into him he has this TV SCREEN the size of a my LIVING ROOM in front of him. But get this -- this screen is like 8 by 10 feet and yet it is just HOVERING IN THE AIR with NO VISIBLE MEANS OF SUPPORT WHATSOEVER. And it's thinner than a sheet of paper. I mean, if you stand to one side and look directly at it on edge, it practically disappears. Well, it DOES completely disappear if you only look through one eye. I was afraid to touch it because I was afraid it wouldn't be solid at ALL. I started to ask him about it but he gave me this look that said, "Maybe you've seen too much already."

Now this giant floating screen -- which, I repeat, has NO WIRES holding it up and NO LEGS underneath -- can be a TV monitor or a computer monitor, and Mister Sister's module has this "air keyboard" that appears hovering before him like a keyboard made of thin neon lines, only, I don't think they're neon -- it's smoky looking, obviously a projection of some kind, but filmy looking. Anyway Mistter Sister starts calling up subscreens and some of the time it looks like a plain Windows interface. But then he's showing me this "CYBER STANG" reconstruction he's made! I've been working on crappy little 3D "Bob"s for a long time now but I never saw anything like this. And it looked just like me, like a photo, but with creepy eyes. And it just started ranting nonsense. I only saw a little of this before he shut it off, but I could see before he closed it there was a list of files behind it, "Legume", "Magdalen," "Sis Dec," various SubGenii. Now I see why he was asking if I had any pictures of LeMur (no such thing exists on Earth, to my knowledge; "LeMur" might be a committee of artists for all we know, like Nenslo turned out to be.))

Mister Sister asked us to stay, but the bizarre reality of this David Lynch like world we had been admitted into was just too much, so we begged out and walked home. Actually we RAn home.

But now, I am wondering... I can't stop thinking... all those "virtual SubGenii," that floating screen unlike any technology I have ever seen, those tubes and wires going into that thing on his FACE... my god, what nameless, formless, amorphous flopping lurking dread is going on in the little condo down the street??


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