This week I’d like to give you, my curious Skwib readers, a chance to preview some other parts of my second novel, Marvellous Hairy. You can find all of Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 is not suitable for this PG-rated blog. (So know you know you want to get your own copy. Details here, or just look for online stores in the right sidebar.) This is the third of three parts. First part here. Second part here.
Nick stared at the standing figure. The security officer at the computer poked his head out to look at Nick, and then ducked back.
“Have you heard of the Panopticon?” Nick asked.
“He’s okay,” a second male voice — presumably that of the guy behind the computer — said. “He checks out.”
“The Panopticon was invented by Jeremy Benthaman — an 18th century English philosopher. Utilitarian. Had himself mummified and put on display in a wooden cabinet. He was some freaky Dude.”
“I’m going to come out and get you fill out the agreements,” the security guard warned Nick, not wanting to know anything more about the fetishes of 18th century pervert philosophers.
The man behind the computer pressed the intercom button and said: “I know about the Panopticon. It’s a prison designed so that the prisoners don’t know if they’re being watched or not, so essentially, they’re always being watched.”
“Right,” Nick said enthusiastically. He pressed his face up against the glass. “Just like this.”
“Okay, here are the forms and agreements. You sign where there is a sticky. Then we can get you out of here.”
“I tell you, this is the insanity pink,” Nick shook his head at the guard. “You should do something about it, especially if you have to watch this room on a regular basis. It’s probably affecting your mind.”
“Yeah, or maybe I need a new job. Here are the forms, and then you can get the hell out of here.”
“Tourniquet onion powder,” Nick said.
The End of Chapter 3…