Vincent is about to have one of the worst days of his life when his Id, Vince, hijacks an airship in the atmosphere of a distant gas giant:
“Nobody try to fly this ship, or call for help, or you’ll all regret it,” I’d announced. Then I’d stuffed a ball gag in my mouth, handcuffed myself, and slumped into the corner of the gondola.
The problem being, from my side, is that my Id is a total asshole. He hates my guts. We split up yesterday and he hijacks my skull today in retaliation.
So I’m not really me right now. And no one else can see Vince. He’s just a computer-induced hallucination inside my own skull. I work up some spit to try and moisten the ball gag a bit. Drool runs down my lips, and one of the men across from me shakes his head in disgust.
Originally published in anthology All Star Zeppelin Adventure Stories (Sep. 2004)
- an audio version was podcast at Starship Sofa (May 2009)