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[camwyn]

Good day in my brain: "Hm. I had to work until eight PM tonight, and I can't take the taxi home directly from the office because I have to stop and get cat food at the 24-hour drugstore, but will you look at that- it's that odd red longnose Peterbilt again, on the same street. Hi Optimus!"

Bad day in my brain: "Phew. I'm awake. So I don't really have to find a university hospital in the Pacific Northwest where the two strangers I'm traveling with can surgically put my sister's head back on her body (without my parents finding out I was accidentally responsible for rendering her a talking head in a jar in the first place) after all."

Sometimes I almost have to wonder what's in here with me.

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[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

I wonder too. But at least its interesting.

[ouatic-7.livejournal.com]

The only way to find out out is to open 'er up and have a rummage through.

[batyatoon]

... well put. disturbingly so.

*eyes the Brane with deep, deep misgiving*

[ymfaery]

Well obviously your dream sister isn't a Highlander immortal, among other things. ;)

[camwyn]

Yeah, the first two canons that spring to mind that have room for her situation are Lovecraft (The Whisperer In Darkness, with the Mi-Go putting brains in cans to research them while still alive) and Wyrms, by Orson Scott Card (it had post-death severed preserved talking heads as well as canonical tentacle rape-by-invitation- and no, I cannot explain that any further, that's almost exactly what it is and you'd have to read it for the details). Highlander, not so much.