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 DENSO

          Denso, the high density man

 

1
Tremblings
“Never shoulda scarfed that chili dog,” Joshua
Miles groaned, as some sort of tremor awakened
him.
He never slept well. Th ere was always something
on his mind. His mother often told him that
his brain worked overtime. Th en there was the
dream—the dream that something was inside his
head that shouldn’t be there.
Josh had strange dreams, off and on, since he
was fi ve. Th ey scared him, then. But that was long
ago, to a kid in junior high. It was back when
fantasy was reality. He’d progressed, gotten past his
fear of nightmares. Th is night, however, was about
to hurl him back to the days when the boogieman
under his bed was all too real.
Josh had to get some sleep. Big English test,
today. Th en came the rattling. Th e collection jars
he used for bug specimens clattered against each
other as they danced across his bookcase. Shadows
began swirling in the moonlight. It was the plastic
mobile of the solar system above his bed whirling in
an unfathomable spin! Yet there wasn’t the slightest
- 2 -
breeze. A cool night in Kansas, the air-conditioning
wasn’t even on
Th e tremblings grew. Th en light, like fi relight,
fl ashed in through his window. Josh hesitantly
approached the window and saw a throat clutching
sight. Materializing on the porch roof just below
was a phantom, a silver metallic liquid mass taking
shape out of a portal of fi re!
Josh stumbled backwards as the glutinous blob
oozed up and right through his window glass to
reform inside his room. A silver tendril from the
thing shot out along the fl oor and latched gently
onto the toes of Josh’s bare foot.
“Be unafraid, Joshua Miles,” an ethereal
feminine voice said soothingly inside his head.
“I am scanning your mind. Seeking a form more
acceptable to you.” Th en the thing began to evolve,
rising into human shape. “I shall change into
something you’ll fi nd more—familiar.”
Indeed, she did, for with a chilling gurgling
sound the gelatinous creature somehow became
Emily Kinicki, barefoot, wearing the same purple
one-piece bathing suit she was wearing that hot
summer night when Josh saw her at a pool party,
and fell in love. Th e silver tendril of ooze became
the bare leg of Emily Kinicki her toes resting
fl irtatiously on top of his. Th is brought them almost
- 3 -
nose-to-nose. Of course Josh and the real Emily
had never spoken, even though she was in his chem
class, math class, one study hall and home room.
Th e real Emily didn’t even know Josh was alive.
Still, she was his dream girl, thick healthy hair,
skin like cream. Th e only part incongruous was a
wide chrome arm band wrapped around her bare
upper left biceps. Th e band had tiny blinking lights
and buttons the functions of which Josh was too
stunned to contemplate.
“Th ere!” she added in Emily’s voice, her breath
close enough to caress Josh’s cheek. Th en she
stepped away, turning like a fashion model so
Josh could get a good look at her beautiful, thus
unthreatening, manifestation.
“Emily?” Josh said, knowing full well it wasn’t
her.
“My name is Tempo,” the girl replied. “I have
taken the form of your dream girl, as you call her,
to make it easier for you to relate to me.”
“Nice try, freako!” Josh winced.
“It’s Tempo. You may call me Emily, if you
wish.”
“Don’t think so. It’s not like I’m gonna forget
that a second ago you were a blob oozing through
my window!”
- 4 -
Th e entity that looked like Emily Kinicki
responded with the same warm, easy laugh through
perfect teeth Josh had seen the real Emily Kinicki
emit from afar.
“You look just like her!” Josh said, recalling how,
many times a day, he’d thought of her.
“Well, duh!” the artifi cial Emily said, “I’m a
morph? A changeling? A shape shifter? Hel-lo-ooo!”
“You even sound like Emily! And you’re wearing
the same purple bathing suit—”
“—she was wearing that hot summer night
when you saw her at the pool party—and fell in
love,” the girl said. “It’s how you’ll always remember
me—er, her.”
Josh was totally embarrassed. “Geez, how do you
know all that?”
“I’m a morph and a telepath, silly! But I have
to be, you know, like, touching you? To see your
thoughts?”
She ended most of her sentences the way the
girls at school did, musically rising at the end and
asking a question where one was—unnecessary?
“Here,” she said, as she reached out to touch
his cheek with what looked like Emily’s slender
fi ngertips. Th ey felt real. At fi rst he recoiled. She
gently persisted. He fi nally allowed her. Her lips
- 5 -
didn’t move as her real voice echoed hauntingly
within his mind.
“I can become any being you can think of,
Joshua Miles, organic or inorganic, as long as it is
female in gender.”
“An inorganic girl?” he couldn’t help but think.
“Perhaps you would prefer rock star Rhonda
Rhodes,” she said inside his head. “Some of her is
inorganic.”
Tempo stepped back and evolved from schoolgirl
Emily Kinicki into sexy, scantily clad Rhonda
Rhodes, electric guitar at the ready, burn band still
in place. “Howdy, honey,” she drawled. “Found this
here image fi led in your memory under favorite
female forms.” Th en she did a wild electric guitar
riff that made Josh wince.
“Yipes! Shush! Geez! Go back to Emily!”
“Sure thing, sugar,” Rhonda said as she morphed
back into Emily Kinicki. “I’m all over it!” she
giggled in Emily’s voice and manner.
“Yo, like, this isn’t really happening, right?” the
boy asked hopefully. “I’m still marinatin’ in dream
town. Yo?”
“Th is is no illusion,” the girl replied, a sudden
hint of consequence in her words, which were
otherwise matter-of-fact. “Nor is it what your
dimension calls—a dream.”
- 6 -
“My—dimension?”
“I am from Quaternion. A world of four
dimensions.”
“Whoa. Th ere are only three dimensions: length,
width and depth. Th ree dimensions.”
“In my dimension there is a fourth. Space
altered by time. It is a special world. A thousand
amazing worlds lie hidden between the three
dimensions you know. Many have already fallen to
Th e Evil Cluster.”
“Evil Cluster? What’s that some kinda weird
candy bar?”
“Wicked beings who steal our resources to
further their conquests. Th ey command a huge
army of zombies.”
Josh grinned crookedly. “Zombies. Th ere had to
be zombies.”
“I was sent to warn you. Tonight—he comes.”
“He? He who?”
“Chaos,” Tempo said with what sounded like a
worried sigh, “he is in league with Th e Evil Cluster.
I must get help.” Th e girl then touched some
buttons on the chrome band on her arm. It began
to hum in ever rising octaves, tiny lights on the
device fl ashing with ever increasing speed.
“Th is Chaos. Is he—a zombie?” Josh hesitantly
asked.
- 7 -
“Not completely,” was her unsatisfying reply.
“What does he want from me?”
“Your brain.”
Th e morph that looked like Emily Kinicki
punched the central button on her burn band and
in a blaze of unearthly fi re, she was gone. Th e
portal into which she vanished sucked in upon itself
and it, too, evaporated.
Weak-kneed, Josh sat back on his bed. What
had just happened? He pinched himself hard.
Ouch!
Josh burst into his parents’ bedroom, causing
them both to sit bolt upright in bed, blinking into
the light from the hall. “Mom! Dad! A big blob
from another dimension came right in through my
window! Didn’t even break the glass! Oozed in and
turned into Emily Kinicki! It was—unreal!”
His father responded exactly as Josh expected.
“Go back to bed, Josh. It was just another one of
your nightmares.”
“You’ve got to stop eating those chili dogs,
young man,” his mother added, as she always did.
Th e boy who cried wolf—well, cried creature
from another dimension, turned, left the room and
closed the door. Josh’s parents looked at each other,
shook their heads, rolled over and went back to
sleep.
- 8 -
Just another nightmare, Josh considered, as
he hesitantly returned to his room. He turned on
every light, then cautiously approached his window
and gingerly touched the glass. It was hot—much
hotter than the cool Midwestern night should have
allowed. His logical mind played over thoughts
only a boy Josh’s age could entertain: if Emily
does come back, I gotta look cool! At least cooler
than standing here barefoot in these stupid striped
pajamas!
Josh hurriedly got changed. His hands were
shaking. He calmed himself by thinking that there
was still a good chance this was all a dream. He
slipped into his best jeans. At least they were a little
faded. He put on his favorite sweatshirt, the black
one with the yellow skateboarder on the front, and
thick socks. He decided that, if this wasn’t a dream,
his hiking boots would be better than his smelly old
Nikes, his fl ip-fl ops or his dreaded Sunday shoes.
Josh sat down on his bed and waited. His
mind was spinning, his eyes darting back and
forth searching for any movement, ears cocked for
any sound. Did the lights just fl icker? Was it that
sensitive circuit breaker his dad’s been meaning
to replace? Maybe he’d better turn off some of
the lights. Before he could, they fl ickered again.
Again, the tremblings began! Josh sprang to his
- 9 -
feet when something creaked in the wall behind
his bed. Th at’s where he’d tacked up the poster of
his favorite rock group, Th e Dragons, their facepainted
visages grinning down on him as some sort
of protection against evil. One of the tacks vibrated
out of the wall. A corner of the poster curled over
on itself and caught fi re. Electric fl ashes emanated
from a point in the wall. A gray patch appeared. All
the lights blew out! Only moonlight bathed what
Josh saw next. Extruding through the gray patch
came a pair of hands bigger than baseball gloves
followed by muscular arms with skin bearing the
gray pallor of a dead man! Th e tremblings increased
as the arms were followed by a hideous head
sporting a snake’s nest of metal coils in place of
hair!
Back fl attened against one wall, Josh beheld the
horror! With glowing red eyes the thing looked
deep into the boy’s being. Th e hideous specter
fl ashed extra long canine teeth as he smirked with
infi nite confi dence.
“Nice weather you’re having,” the creature said,

1


Tremblings
 

  “Never shoulda scarfed that chili dog,” Joshua Miles groaned, as some sort of tremor awakened him.

He never slept well. There was always something on his mind. His mother often told him that his brain worked overtime. Then there was the dream—the dream that something was inside his head that shouldn’t be there.

    Josh had strange dreams, off and on, since he was five. They scared him, then. But that was long ago, to a kid in junior high. It was back when fantasy was reality. He’d progressed, gotten past his fear of nightmares. This night, however, was about to hurl him back to the days when the boogieman under his bed was all too real.

Josh had to get some sleep. Big English test, today. Then came the rattling. The collection jars he used for bug specimens clattered against each other as they danced across his bookcase. Shadows began swirling in the moonlight. It was the plastic mobile of the solar system above his bed whirling in an unfathomable spin! Yet there wasn’t the slightest breeze. A cool night in Kansas, the air-conditioning wasn’t even on.

The tremblings grew. Then light, like firelight, flashed in through his window. Josh hesitantly approached the window and saw a throat clutching sight. Materializing on the porch roof just below was a phantom, a silver metallic liquid mass taking shape out of a portal of fire!

Josh stumbled backwards as the glutinous blob oozed up and right through his window glass to reform inside his room. A silver tendril from the thing shot out along the floor and latched gently onto the toes of Josh’s bare foot.

“Be unafraid, Joshua Miles,” an ethereal feminine voice said soothingly inside his head. “I am scanning your mind. Seeking a form more acceptable to you.” Then the thing began to evolve, rising into human shape. “I shall change into something you’ll find more—familiar.”

Indeed, she did, for with a chilling gurgling sound the gelatinous creature somehow became Emily Kinicki, barefoot, wearing the same purple one-piece bathing suit she was wearing that hot summer night when Josh saw her at a pool party, and fell in love. The silver tendril of ooze became the bare leg of Emily Kinicki her toes resting flirtatiously on top of his. This brought them almost nose-to-nose. Of course Josh and the real Emily had never spoken, even though she was in his chem class, math class, one study hall and home room. The real Emily didn’t even know Josh was alive. Still, she was his dream girl, thick healthy hair, skin like cream. The only part incongruous was a wide chrome arm band wrapped around her bare upper left biceps. The band had tiny blinking lights and buttons the functions of which Josh was too stunned to contemplate.

“There!” she added in Emily’s voice, her breath close enough to caress Josh’s cheek. Then she stepped away, turning like a fashion model so Josh could get a good look at her beautiful, thus unthreatening, manifestation.

“Emily?” Josh said, knowing full well it wasn’t her.

“My name is Tempo,” the girl replied. “I have taken the form of your dream girl, as you call her, to make it easier for you to relate to me.”

“Nice try, freako!” Josh winced.

“It’s Tempo. You may call me Emily, if you wish.”

“Don’t think so. It’s not like I’m gonna forget that a second ago you were a blob oozing through my window!”

The entity that looked like Emily Kinicki responded with the same warm, easy laugh through perfect teeth Josh had seen the real Emily Kinicki emit from afar.

“You look just like her!” Josh said, recalling how, many times a day, he’d thought of her.

“Well, duh!” the artificial Emily said, “I’m a morph? You know, a shape shifter? Hel-lo-ooo!”

“You even sound like Emily! And you’re wearing the same purple bathing suit—”

“—she was wearing that hot summer night when you saw her at the pool party—and fell in love,” the girl said. “It’s how you’ll always remember me—er, her.”

Josh was totally embarrassed. “Geez, how do you know all that?”

“I’m a morph ana telepath, silly! But I have to be, you know, like, touching you? To see your thoughts?”

She ended most of her sentences the way the girls at school did, musically rising at the end and asking a question where one was—unnecessary?

“Here,” she said, as she reached out to touch his cheek with what looked like Emily’s slender fingertips. They felt real. At first he recoiled. She gently persisted. He finally allowed her. Her lips didn’t move as her real voice echoed hauntingly within his mind.

“I can become any being you can think of, Joshua Miles, organic or inorganic, as long as it is female in gender.”

“An inorganic girl?” he couldn’t help but think.

“Perhaps you would prefer rock star Rhonda Rhodes,” she said inside his head. “Some of her is inorganic.”

Tempo stepped back and evolved from schoolgirl Emily Kinicki into sexy, scantily clad Rhonda Rhodes, electric guitar at the ready, the strange device on her arm still in place. “Howdy, honey,” she drawled. “Found this here image filed in your memory under favorite female forms.” Then she did a wild electric guitar riff that made Josh wince.

“Yipes! Shush! Geez! Go back to Emily!”

“Sure thing, sugar,” Rhonda said as she morphed back into Emily Kinicki. “I’m all over it!” she giggled in Emily’s voice and manner.

“Yo, like, this isn’t really happening, right?” the boy asked hopefully. “I’m still marinatin’ in dream town. Yo?”

“This is no illusion,” the girl replied, a sudden hint of consequence in her words, which were otherwise matter-of-fact. “Nor is it what your dimension calls—a dream.”

“My—dimension?”

“I am from Quaternion. A world of four dimensions.”

“Whoa. There are only three dimensions: length, width and depth. Three dimensions.”

“In my dimension there is a fourth. Space altered by time. It is a special world. A thousand amazing worlds lie hidden between the three dimensions you know. Many have already fallen to The Evil Cluster.”

  “Evil Cluster? What’s that some kinda weird candy bar?”

“Wicked beings who steal our resources to further their conquests. They command a huge army of zombies.”

Josh grinned crookedly. “Zombies. There had to be zombies.”

“I was sent to warn you. Tonight—he comes.”

“He? He who?”

“Chaos,” Tempo said with what sounded like a worried sigh, “he is in league with The Evil Cluster. I must get help.” The girl then touched some buttons on the chrome band on her arm. It began to hum in ever rising octaves, tiny lights on the device flashing with ever increasing speed.

“This Chaos. Is he—a zombie?” Josh hesitantly asked.

“Not completely,” was her unsatisfying reply.

“What does he want from me?”

“Your brain.”

The morph that looked like Emily Kinicki punched the central button on her burn band and in a blaze of unearthly fire, she was gone. The portal into which she vanished sucked in upon itself and it, too, evaporated.

Weak-kneed, Josh sat back on his bed. What had just happened? He pinched himself hard. Ouch!

Josh burst into his parents’ bedroom, causing them both to sit bolt upright in bed, blinking into the light from the hall. “Mom! Dad! A big blob from another dimension came right in through my window! Didn’t even break the glass! Oozed in and turned into Emily Kinicki! It was—unreal!”

His father responded exactly as Josh should have expected. “Go back to bed, Josh. It was just another one of your nightmares.”

“You’ve got to stop eating those chili dogs, young man,” his mother added, as she always did.

The boy who cried wolf—well, cried creature from another dimension, turned, left the room and closed the door. Josh’s parents looked at each other, shook their heads, rolled over and went back to sleep.

Just another nightmare, Josh considered, as he hesitantly returned to his room. He turned on every light, then cautiously approached his window and gingerly touched the glass. It was hot—much hotter than the cool Midwestern night should have allowed. His logical mind played over thoughts only a boy Josh’s age could entertain: if Emily does come back, I gotta look cool! At least cooler than standing here barefoot in these stupid striped pajamas!

Josh hurriedly got changed. His hands were shaking. He calmed himself by thinking that there was still a good chance this was all a dream. He slipped into his best jeans. At least they were a littlfaded. He put on his favorite sweatshirt, the black one with the yellow skateboarder on the front, and thick socks. He decided that, if this wasn’t a dream, his hiking boots would be better than his smelly old Nikes, his flip-flops or his dreaded Sunday shoes.

Josh sat down on his bed and waited. His mind was spinning, his eyes darting back and forth searching for any movement, ears cocked for any sound. Did the lights just flicker? Was it that sensitive circuit breaker his dad’s been meaning to replace? Maybe he’d better turn off some of the lights. Before he could, they flickered again. Again, the tremblings began! Josh sprang to his feet when something creaked in the wall behind his bed. That’s where he’d tacked up the poster of his favorite rock group, The Dragons, their face-painted visages grinning down on him as some sort of protection against evil. One of the tacks vibrated out of the wall. A corner of the poster curled over on itself and caught fire. Electric flashes emanated from a point in the wall. A gray patch appeared. All the lights blew out! Only moonlight bathed what Josh saw next.

Extruding through the gray patch came a pair of hands bigger than baseball gloves followed by muscular arms with skin bearing the gray pallor of a dead man! The tremblings increased as the arms were followed by a hideous head sporting a snake’s nest of metal coils in place of hair!

      Back flattened against one wall, Josh beheld the horror! With glowing red eyes the thing looked deep into the boy’s being. The hideous specter flashed extra long canine teeth as he smirked with infinite confidence.

“Nice weather you’re having,” the creature said, “but it looks like brain!”

   

 Nice weather we're having. It looks like...BRAIN!

  

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