Bab 5 Freddie

An enduring image from Psych class - a rat sits in the corner of a cage, electrodes and other such instrumentation haloed about its head, frantically pawing at a paddle. The paddle, set low in the cage, releases an opiate into the rat's body. The rat keeps pressing the paddle, keeps pressing the paddle. Pleasure, repetition, pleasure, repetition.

Today, I am a rat. There's a picture of J. Michael Straczynski on my paddle. Harlan Ellison built my cage.

Alas, at the moment, I've been forced to trade the cage for the race. My paddle lies dreadfully still across town, appearing to the world as nothing more than an unmanned remote control sitting atop a pile of comics. While I toil here at work.

Please let me know if the violin music starts to grate on your nerves - I've got some cellos I can add in.

Melodrama aside, I do so enjoy these trips through Sci Fi past. Maybe I'll move onto Farscape after this (believe it or not, I just never got into that one...) Although, nothing satisfies the unique craving of Space Opera and Spanish Soap Opera like Babylon 5.

"G'Kar? Con, un chica humano? Porque?"