Excerpt
My eyes had been replaced by melting-hot chrome. That was all I could feel. I close them now because I can, but not for too long. If I do that, then the swirling colors melt back in reverse and I then I can see her face simmering behind the glassy wall of ionized air, ultraviolet blue light seeping up from the floor beneath, turning her curves flat and cold.

Then it changes.

And then I blink again, trying to rub it away. But I had looked at it too long, afterimage seething behind my eyelids every time they slip together. Red and green phosphors dance, making something like clouds. Only for a moment though. Never long enough.

The machine hums behind me, but I can hear that something is slipping into the drone of the power lines. It shudders and the lights flicker in time with it like a ghostly pulse, like blood flowing through racing veins. There isn’t long now.