Golden Light

January 1, 2024

I am in a place filled with computer machinery and golden light. Another is there. They offer me a psychedelic drug. I accept. It is golden and translucent, with a microchip at its center and circuit traces in all direction. The other holds it up as Eucharist. This is a sacred moment. I lift my gaze as they place it on my tongue. I close my eyes and I can feel it flavorlessly dissolve into my tongue.