Charles Freck, become progressively more depressed 
Charles Freck, become progressively more depressed because of what was happening to all those who knew, finally decided to get out. In environments that attended, to put an end not an issue, simply buy a large amount of red capsules of barbiturates and send them down with some cheap wine late at night, unplugging the phone to not be interrupted.
The planning was entirely devoted to choice of products that you wish were later discovered by archaeologists, so that they could infer from that geological layer, and so historical, it came from. And also because they could reconstruct where he was the head when he had performed the act.
spent several days in the selection of those artifacts. Many more than he had spent in the decision to kill himself, and approximately the same amount of time that had happened to get all the red capsules. It would, therefore, found lying on his back on his bed, next to a copy of the book by Ayn Rand The Fountainhead
(which proved that he had been a misunderstood superman rejected from the masses and, therefore, in a sense, murdered by their scorn) and completed a letter to Esso to protest the cancellation of their credit card for gasoline. In this way he blamed the system and finally got something from his death, well beyond what would have been his own death.
In fact, he could not imagine with certainty what effect his death would have given rise, and, ultimately, even those who have obtained the artifacts, but, however, all would have had his way, and he began to prepare feel like an animal to have reached their time and acting according to a schedule instinctive, determined by nature, when approaching the inevitable end.
last moment (just as the hour drew nigh fatal) changed his mind on an issue of paramount importance: he took, in fact, the decision to swallow the capsules, sipping red wine connoisseur, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird . So he left for a last trip to Enoteca Joe, which specializes in class wines, and bought a bottle of Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon '71, which was to cost the beauty of thirty dollars, that is to say everything he had.
Returning home, he uncorked the bottle, took a breath of air to wine, drank a few glasses and spent a few minutes to contemplate his favorite page de
The illustrated book of sex, that namely, that showed the location with the girl above, then brought the plastic bag with red caps near the bed, arranged in the vicinity of Ayn Rand's book and not finished the letter of protest to it, and tried to hang in a thought it was full of meaning but without success, finishing with only continue to remember the image of the girl astride. Finally, with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, swallowed at once all the red pills. After that, having been made all you had to do, you let go of lying on his back, carrying the book on his chest and the letter of Ayn Rand, and began to wait.
However, they had cheated. Those caps were not of barbiturates, as it had insured. They were quite a few strange kind of psychedelic, a guy who had never previously thrown down, probably a mixture of different substances, whole new market.
Instead of slowly losing my breath, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. Well, he thought philosophically, this is the refrain of my whole life: always screwed. He must now accept the fact that, given the amount of capsules that had swallowed, would soon be finished in some kind of journey.
The first thing I had the knowledge, was a creature come from other dimensions, which was placed beside the bed, looking down with an air of disapproval.
The creature had many eyes, spread throughout the body, dressed in expensive clothes and ultra-modern high was about eight feet. He also had with him a huge roll of parchment.
'I think you're going to read me my sins,' said Charles Freck.
The creature nodded and unrolled the parchment.
Freck, lying helpless on his bed, he added: 'And to do that it will take hundreds of thousands of hours'.
bringing all its multifaceted eyes on him, the creature came from other dimensions said, 'We're not in the whole world. The categories of material existence of the sublunary world, as
space and time
, are no longer valid for you. Have you been raised to the realm of the transcendent. Your sins will be read incessantly, in turn, for all eternity. This list will never end '.
If you want to buy something, first get to know your dealer, Charles Freck thought, and longed to get back the last half hour of his life.
A thousand years later, was still lying on her bed with the Ayn Rand book and point to it on his chest, listening to him, those who read his sins. They had reached the period of his first grade when he was six.
Ten thousand years later, they arrived at the time of the first media.
The year he had discovered masturbation.
closed his eyes; but could still see that being pluriocchiuto of eight feet, with its endless scroll, which continued to read, and read and read.
'And then ...' he was saying.
If nothing else, he thought Charles Freck, the wine was good.
Philip K. Dick
"A Peer Dark"
Fanucci, 2007 [pg. 222-225]
