New Year's Resolution 7

I crawled from the pod, electrodes knotted round my seared naked flesh like string on a flashy bottle of sherry. Pain like I'd never known consumed me — pain I didn't want, never wanted. Pain that nobody would ever want, and if they did, wouldn't like when they got it.

Flames licked at my heels, fumes swam in the smoke, and my inflatable Evil Editor mobile popped overhead as if the man himself had been lanced by an overeager knight transported from Camelot by a time machine while battling a fe...