A.I. Did Not Write This

What IS It?

It’s a redhead with glasses and tattoos.

Yes, but what is it?

It’s an explosion waiting to happen. A whiteout, as in, an explosion in your brain, the type that whiteouts your vision, as the circuits in your head are overloaded, and all of time condenses into a single point, there is no past and there is no future, only this millisecond that you are in, no regrets or insecurity, no feeling at all except the overwhelming feeling of being overwhelmed.

I suppose you might say it’s pleasure.

But, pleasure and pain use the same circuitry in the brain, the same circuits that are now overloaded, your vision nothing but a brilliant white light, the same light that is at the end of the tunnel. Is it pleasure? Is it pain?

It doesn’t matter because it’s all-encompassing.

All-engrossing.

But it only lasts for a few seconds, before your senses return, and unlike Nagasaki, there is not a big hole in the ground and dead bodies strewn about, only a few naked bodies, and a couple of tattoos, and a pair of glasses on the floor, and a few beads of sweat.