Chapter 1I’ve got the Whole World in My Hand
Goddamn the pain!This time it hurts more than ever. No playing.My left hand, gimphand-fuckup-ruiner, arches and contorts wildly. Mindof its own that hand. Autonomous motor control. Spastic just to spite me,and in seconds I’m on my knees, left arm raised to the heavens, traitor palmup, fingers twitching this way and that. The world around me blurs, rainbowstreaks, everything tangible to mushy, muddled trails of color.I crane for a better look at my upraised palm and, carved within its surfaceI see a perfect, ravaged circle — bloodless, but dark and deep. The backsideof the hand, despite the apparent chasm, is intact, run through with veintrails and the inline of bone. I crane my neck for a second look at the palm’ssurface.Deep.Dark and endless.A vast, abysmal crater.