A contest with a pot of 5 STEEM + 5 
shares? You're in the right place!
shares? You're in the right place!180 shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 48 STEEM, through the contest in 37 weeks!
shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 48 STEEM, through the contest in 37 weeks!What do we have here? But, of course, today's yellow finned prize categories caught fresh for your discerning palates!
1st place: n. 5 STEEM
2nd place: n. 2 steembasicincome shares
popular vote: n. 2 steembasicincome share (remember to vote your favorite!)
Best comment to the stories: n. 1 steembasicincome share
here, your worlds-in-a-bottle drug mule. Even today I managed to pass the borders between one layer and the other of reality almost unnoticed, smuggling for you this little scene, which I'd define sweet like the mellifluous chant of a banshee filtering through the window of your bedroom in the deep night. Uhm, I could have prepared the prompt starting from this image, now that I think about it! For the next time... Good luck and never listen to banshees or sirens for too long!Map of the Bananafish Realms from a priviledged squirrelish perspective!
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The Taste of Chicken
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"What do you feel now?" The scalpel of a monotonous voice, cold as the halogen light blinding him.
"Let me go".
A sudden electric shock followed and almost broke the arched vertebrae of the specimen n. 19-B, while penetrating his limbs.
"What do you feel?"
"The ... the taste of a chicken".
Dense whispering, silent annotations, white everywhere.
He was floating in that white, for hours, perhaps days. Subtle lines, at the corners of his eyes. The last bulwark of Euclidean geometries. Over him, the ceiling was like an enormous virus. Not alive, not dead. Up there, all the gluttony of a pulsating white blasphemy was unfolding over his impotent being. A dodecaphony, ever hungry of new semitones in the musical scale of his moribund ego.
He felt his soul's entrails slowly peeled like an onion. That non-color was slipping inside him, like a sickly glucose sludge, inside every cavity, along every neuron, hair, capillary. It was a profound evil, different from pain. Pain is a vowel. If you're good enough, you can observe it from the outside of yourself till you inevitably lose consciousness.
That, instead. That was nothing less than a grinding profanation of his soul.
"Now. Some feelings?"
"Feeeeeeelings ..." was the mumbled answer, the sound resembling the broken lung of a deflating accordion.
Silent annotations following.
The synaptic stimulation was proceeding well, soon they could present the product to Mother Unit. It was said that, in prehistoric times, the human being populated the nano-swarm, when it was still called Earth. According to certain niche schools of thought, this.. thing.. could have been at the top of the food-chain. Go figure.
A new product, very efficient in its own way and not missing that pleasant touch of chaoticness, this human. No doubt that the Mother Unit would have liked it and find it entertaining, if not even useful.
The chief demiurge gently closed the skullcap of the specimen n. 19-B and left the room with its cohort of servile apprentices in tow. Enough for today.
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