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Jacobal Lectomen:  Wooosh, Click, Whoot

by David S. Ullery

July 02, 2009

Based on the story: Upgrade 01A

Version: 1.3

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Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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He had come of age so very recently,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Upgrade zero zero  zero  zero,

Dot,

Zero zero zero one,

Dot,

One  zero one zero

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Jacobal,

You are dreaming all day!

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Two of the portable machines,

Closest to his head,

Made very tiny clicking noises,

As they self-adjusted to Jacobal’s,

Subtle movements in his bed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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One held a scanner,

Over his forehead,

Then a probe,

Then withdrew,

Then over the top,

Then over his right temporal lobe,

And held it in place

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Moments later,

The one on his left side,

Made a very slight sound,

A soothing whoosh of fresh oxygen,

Followed by a soft,

Breathy,

Organic-metalic “whooot”,

As a valve closed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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The third machine,

Was silently moving,

Its multiple scanners,

Over the patient’s torso and limbs

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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A few,

Extremely tiny,

Barely visible,

Blue lights were blinking,

At various rates

Another was an amber light and not blinking,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

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Jacobal,

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What happened to your qubits?

And why are they so close to your brain bits?

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Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

He had come of age so very recently

Jacobal: Whooosh, Click, Whoot

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