you are going to hell

you are going to hell stories nano technology future sci fihe did as he was told – he went to hell.

a few times every minute of every day he was awake he was told you are going to hell.

walking along silence / you are going to hell / silence / you are going to hell / silence / you are going to hell

sometimes he was informed of his impending doom even more times per minute – just to help make the day that bit more pleasant.

walking along he breathed in – silence.

you are going to hell as he walked along the street staring at other people who seemed so serene/happy not going to hell.

walking along he breathed in – silence.

the only time the voices did not update him on his future was when he dreamed – only then the dreams would often inform him going to hell or being told by some manifestation that you are going to hell.

walking along he breathed out – you are going to hell.

walking along he breathed in – silence from his lungs.

walking along he breathed out – you are going to hell.
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he had got use to his lungs screaming out their doomsday message every time he breathed out – it was background white noise – but other parts of his body proclaiming his death still kept surprising/upsetting him.

he felt sorry for his lungs – he imagined them as fish lodged in some rocks only able to breathe when the waves crashed over them

he felt annoyed by his lungs/brain/subconsciousness or whatever the fuck it was that although he had always breathed/in/out/ had never failed to complete the respiration cycle the voices always thought he was dying the moment he breathed out.
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to try to keep sane he remembered what it had been like when he tried to smoke a joint – lungs/brain/cells/blood/everything screaming – he had physically knocked himself out or he would have killed himself

for a few days his brain would not let him forget about the whole thing and what the results of the damage he had done to himself would be – as if he couldnt guess.

he realised it was getting late and hadnt eaten that day as his stomach kindly informed him you are going to hell.

it was all getting to much for him.