Brain Cleansing ~

After a day of mind stimulating information, Meena spoke to a friend of hers who opened to the door to the idea of brain cleansing. She pondered the notion for a tad and felt rather glum after speaking with him. "Is the glum catchy?" She wondered. Here she was all hyper on information, only to be met by a stone wall of glum.

Perhaps she should wash her brain as others had done. She had seen how on the television commercials, billboards, and news casts, that most people of the world were into washing their brain by their bedside much as she had seen her grandmother wash her teeth.

Up to this point, Meena had thought her brain to be clean, but between her friends and the commercials, they were tempting her to be like them. This promoted her reason to visit the local mega-pharmacy to buy the brain agent that would render her cleansed and like almost everyone else.

A gent of sheepish nature greeted her at the door with the blankest of looks. When she asked him where she could find the brain cleansing solution, all he could do was to look at his feet. Having a mind of her own and the will to seek this agent out, she stormed through all the isles until she found what she was looking for. Within the corner of the store, and taking approximately one quarter of the store’s space, were the boxes of the cleansing agent.

She thought it odd that it was such a big box as she believed it to be in pill form much like a vitamin. At the very least, she assumed it would be no larger than a shampoo bottle in which the contents would soak into her head while in the shower. It was her belief that the ad of a brain in a jar beside the bed was nothing more than a part of a humorous ad campaign.

Without further ado, she picked up the box without reading the label and marched on home with the contents in hand. Although she grumbled a great deal on the way home, she thought it in her best interest to do the cleansing.

Around dinner time, she decided to unbag the contents and read the instructions. Much to her amazement, the brain cleansing solution was to be emptied into the enclosed jar along with water. As her brain was to follow, she refused to read the rest. “How could this be?” she thought to herself. Thinking that the ads and her friend’s “pooh” (using the word most literally) about it were nonsense, she chucked the whole lot of it and went back to absorbing information.

Within two hours of her arriving home from the mega-pharmacy, there came a knock at her door. Not being accustomed to unannounced visitors, she did not answer the door. The knocking then became louder and louder until she heard her door give way to whomever was on the other side.

She had enough time to hide herself in the upstairs closet. Nevertheless, she could hear them walking around her house and talking amongst themselves and then climbing the stairs. Surrounded by nothing more than some dresses, tops, some skirts, and plastic hangers, the only thing she had going for her were the use of her wits and her own physical ability against those who had violated her domain.

Not before long, the closet doors flew open and standing before her were several men in lab coats and several armed guards. Armed with her plastic hanger, Meena questioned their break-in and wanted to know what they wanted. Much to her horror, they advised her that they had come to remove her brain for cleansing. Although she stated that she had discarded the box and contents as she thought it either a sick joke or mislabeling, the men in the white coats assured her that it was not a joke. By purchasing the product, she had consented to brain removal and cleansing. The two armed individuals, whose faces were covered by ski masks, grabbed her out of the closet while one man in a lab coat injected her arm with something that made her feel weak and sleepy.

Meena woke to the sound of a buzzer going off. As she rose out of her bed she blankly looked at the jar and its contents that sat beside her bed and thought nothing of it.

~ Arachne ~ 10/23/09 @ 6:16 p.m. EST