FIADA FEY Paranoia Incorporated He was wandering around his apartment stark naked at three in the morning, thinking of 20 dozen things at once and muttering rapid-fire nonsense, raving endlessly about sexually perverted aliens with mind-control capabilities and robots passing themselves off as humans and deadly invisible space-borne toxins for which no known medical treatments are available, coming finally to the realization as dawn broke that he should probably cut down on his Adderall consumption. Strange Destinies
Becoming lonelier and more depressed, he was spending increasing amounts of time sitting in bed chain-smoking cigarettes and thinking about weird science-fiction scenarios like perverted robots with power-tool penises and drug-addicted grey aliens trying to kick their hallucinogen habits and demented NASA astronauts committing shocking gory murders in low-Earth orbit. Mostly he just tried to keep from thinking about his life or the world outside. As long as he had science-fiction stuff fixed firmly in his mind’s eye — a venereal disease epidemic on a generation starship, or maybe rocket scientists in psychic contact with demonic spirits — he was able to stave off the dark cloud of doom that had enveloped his life recently.
Demonic Geometry The mushrooms were taking effect and he was tracing trippy patterns in the air with his index finger when he inadvertently sketched an ancient black-magic symbol and in so doing opened a dimensional portal from which menacing phantom-like demons came pouring forth, rendering his apartment a hellishly chaotic otherworldly doom vortex for the next few hours, though subjectively it seemed like an eternity because it was pure psychic torture. Breakdown of causality, suspension of cosmological laws, annihilation of space-time. Turbo barrage of hideous distorted skull-faces in endlessly mutating fractal patterns. Sinister hate-filled whispers crackling with electronic white-noise static. He took a Valium and desperately hoped it would all be gone by morning as he drifted off to sleep. Whenever anyone asks he strongly advises against recreational use of psychedelics.
Fiada Fey (1980-2008) was a science-fiction and horror writer based in St. Paul, Minn.