Flash Fiction – The Boy in the Bubble

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The Boy in the Bubble

by Leona Lee Cully

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Today they want me to leave the bubble and crawl through a narrow tunnel and go into the space suit. The Mobile Biologistical Isolation System they call it. I want to try it but I am terrified that there is a germ in there that will kill me.

In my dreams the King of the Germs sends his hundreds of wives to kill me and somehow I manage to kill them before they kill me. But the King just marries more wives and sends them to murder me with their bony, white hands.

Last week they told me one of the Doctors had a heart attack. One by one they all abandon me. I saw purple and got so angry I could hardly breathe. When I could see clearly again the walls of my bubble were brown. The nurses were mad…

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Notes for a story: The Boy in the Bubble

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David Vetter: The Boy in the Bubble

 

Notes for a story:

Can you live without touching the skin of others, the skin of the world?

Ten seconds after he was born they placed him in a sterile cocoon.

He thought the world outside the window was flat and one-dimensional, that trees were just cut-outs in the distance.

The awful sadness in his eyes and in those of his mother. She only got to touch him once, to place her hands on his face. He was twelve years old and their first touch was moments before he died.

The doctors who played God, who enabled his life, and then deserted him one by one to his plastic prison. 

Homo Sacer – a being not allowed to die but also not really allowed to live. Bare life. An accursed man…

Freed from his cocoon to have a bone marrow operation…

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Reading Agamben | Homo Sacer

How to Read Agamben

A striking feature of Agamben’s work is its tendency to leap immediately from the tiniest detail to the broadest possible generalization. In Homo Sacer, for instance, we learn that the entire history of Western political thought was always heading toward the horrors of totalitarianism, as we can tell by taking a look at an obscure corner of ancient Roman law.