Posted on January 22, 2009 - by Joe

The Analysis

- Did you kill him?

- I do not know. I wish I could answer “yes” or “no”, but I cannot. Because I just don’t know.
The doctor didn’t say anything. She made her a sign to undress and to climb on the cabinet bad, with a hole in the middle of it. The patient did that with mechanical gestures, fixing her doctor, because she thought she had seen her before. “Uh, she looks like Dr Allison Cameron from Dr. House TV series! She is very beautiful”

In a few minutes, the doctor removed all the wires from the Device and set them on the patient’s head and body. Before pushing the “start” button, the doctor took a bedpan and put it under the bed, beneath the hole on which her patient was sitting. The latter eyed her questioningly.

- You know, sometimes, the emotions during the process are so strong that they unleash all kind of natural reactions of the body, the doctor smiled.

The Device was so simple and efficient that worldwide law courts accepted its final reports as evidence in lawsuits.

The doctor started the Device and left the room. The wired patient was waiting for the result. “I don’t think I killed him, I mean if I did, why don’t I remember anything? Hmm … I wonder where the doctor went. ”

Time passed slowly, the noise from the Device became boring.  The patient squinted the computer’s monitor connected to the Device and saw it was filling systematically her report. But she couldn’t read anything.

Three short of the signals indicated that the analysis was ready. The patient was increasingly eager, she felt like being face to face with an oracle that looked in her palm, nodding but saying nothing.

As the doctor was not around, the patient ripped off the wires and rushed towards the computer. On a green background, she read the report’s large, bold, centered title: “Morpheus.” “What the fuck does it mean? Am I guilty or not?” She didn’t have patience to read anymore and she ran out of the room to find the doctor, the only one that could I interpret the results.

She jumped off the table, hitting the bedpan. She left the room naked and went to the next room from where she could hear some voices. In there, the doctor and the patient’s husband, sitting at a strange intimate distance one from another, were watching together at another computer’ monitor.

“… She did it, her dream from the night after the murder clearly shows this. Look, here are the pictures with the victim, after she cut off his arms and feet. This Device has never been wrong. … ”

The two stopped talking when they noticed her.

- Well, what’s the result? What does the report says? What does “Morpheus” mean? the patient asked while heading towards them.

The doctor closed the report quickly and kept silence. The patient looked at her husband who stood up and left the room without saying anything. The doctor followed him immediately.

The patient felt cold. ‘So, did I do it? But I do not remember anything; shouldn’t I be asked some questions about this?”

A man dressed in a white suit entered the room.

- Please look at my report, tell me what it says. Please! “, said the patient.

- Sorry, I am just an assistant; I am not authorized to do this. Only a doctor can tell you the final result of your report.

- Get her back here, please!

- I’m afraid that is not impossible, replied the man.

The patient wanted to leave the room. But she suddenly remembered she was naked and stopped. The assistant grabbed her hand, smiling. She shivered again, but not feeling cold, this time.

- Would you like to come with me in the next room?” he added with a low voice.
The patient remembered how close her husband and the doctor were. And followed him with small steps.

Then she woke up suddenly. On her right, she could hear again three signals, indicating that the Device finished the final report, entitled “Morpheus.”