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The Lab Rat
The Lab Rat
he spoke to another
part of our brain
he leapt out like a jester
& continued to
confound us
glass flask. In his tiny state he was observed by scientists of the ridiculous.
Had the man been of normal size, had he been equal to his observers, their
was given to subjects through a humanist lens. Such a lens was outdated.
That is to say, the man was objectively inferior. The man had the status of a
laboratory rat.
smoke poured into the flask—the man expected the worst. He cried out as
smoke filled the flask. He covered his face with his hands. The man dared
not breathe, though he had no say in the matter. Smoke seeped into his
He braced himself for pain. But his bloodstream welcomed the smoke.
His chest filled with the taste of country air. His confusion cleared, and he
closer. Their faces crowded the flask, filling it with fleshy light. Parties on
both sides of the glass waited, eyeing each other in a subject-object stand-
off.
feet went into wanton motion. They did a jig, a faux tap dance, tapping on
the glass floor. The man opened his throat and belted out an impromptu
tune. The scientists removed the cork. A bundle of wires slid down the neck
of the flask. Through the neck rose the man’s piping tenor, a snatch of
The next day the lab rat was woozy. He was splayed at the bottom of
the flask, with wires fixed to his skull. A tingle ran around the man’s
Adam and Eve, Abraham the Patriarch, and Isaac the Sacrifice.
The wires tongued deeper into the lab rat’s brain. The interrogation
The question sounded simple. Its simplicity perplexed him. The syntax
was ambiguous. You could march an army through it. The lab rat mulled.
“What is your name?” the voice said again, but with a variation in
intonation. It was a curve ball, to trip him up. What is a name? “What” is his
One word was the safest, surest reply. He stated the word with minor
said.
The questions were meant to befuddle the man, so they could extract
the marrow of his mind without a fight. So sinister was their simplicity that
the man could not begin to answer. He lost his frame of reference, and he
The interrogation went on. He did not know what he was saying. He
was saying anything. He quoted the Torah, I Love Lucy, Gilligan’s Island, “I
Wanna Hold Your Hand,” Adam’s Rib, Planet of the Apes, The Glass
In the midst of his gibberish, the lab rat was enlightened. His
examiners did not desire facts. They were looking for something hidden.
meaning.
The scientists sought to instill a ridiculousness in him. They were
looking for the combination that would twist him for good. Then they would
release him. Then they would send him back to his burrow. He would return
to his people with a sick seed planted in his speech. He would act as a
The wires on his head went pop like parting kisses. The bundle of
wires slid up the flask. A hand grasped its neck, and another cupped its
bottom. The flask was held aloft. It was carried across the laboratory. The
man flew over tables of glass and steel. The flask stopped and was held
high. In both directions the man saw hundreds of flasks, rows and rows of
them. In each flask he saw himself, his own kind, awaiting indoctrination.