“Mister Norton’s Predicament”
There’s something wrong with me; that much is clear. Otherwise, everyone wouldn’t be staring at me like I’ve grown an extra head. Maybe that’s it. Maybe I’ve grown an extra head. Hmm, nope, as far as I can tell, I’ve only got the one. But what else could it be?
One of the scientists approaches, hands raised, their entire face covered by a tinted mask.
“Mister Norton?” A male voice. Doctor Kimball, presumably.
I open my mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. My mouth feels… overly wet. Almost as if it’s filled with water. But I don’t feel like I’m drowning. I just feel like I’ve been staring at a juicy hamburger for the past hour but haven’t been allowed to eat it.
“Mister Norton?” Doctor Kimball again. “Can. You. Hear. Me?”
Speaking obviously doesn’t work. So instead, I nod.
And see what looks like a litre of water fall to the ground before me. It sloshes at my feet. My mostly-transparent, blueish, liquid-like feet.
Oh. I see the problem.
I’m made of water.
