Hypodermics are scary enough: the cocked plunger poised to strike, the translucent plastic shaft that gleams like wet sharkskin, the needle tip prepared to pierce with its oozing fang. . . . Knowing they come in cellular size is just plain horrifying; viruses, which aren’t even alive, penetrate living cells and inject their own dead DNA. That’d be like getting a shot in the arm, and next thing you know, you’re Calvin Coolidge.
The only thing that would make a hypodermic scarier would be if it actually desired to do its job. Imagine seeing one on the dentist tray before you, a drop of novocaine clinging to its tip, its shaft throbbing in anticipation for your gums, its plastic translucent mosquito wings quivering with eager agitation, and when the dentist says “O.K.,” it buzzes over on those stiff plastic wings and lands on your lips and clings there with little metal legs as it sticks its proboscis beneath your gums, and, behind it, the plunger begins its savoring descent.September 2nd, 2012
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