| I hold down the button on the iVac, and point it at you. It comes on again, louder this time.
The roaring sound is incredible. You feel dizzy. Your head spins. Gray motes, thicker and thicker, obscure your vision. They rush past you, but are ever replenished from some unknown source. Oddly enough, you do not choke. Nor do your eyes water more than a bit. By the time you become cognizant of these anomalies, you find yourself somewhere else entirely. |
(Last used to Macuum up something off my shoe on 11/3/02001)