Inklings: That Certain Spark

I don't know why I'm such a sucker for electricity.

There's a kind of artifice to the sensation of electricity, I guess. You can feel the pulses and cycle, the steady rise. No natural sensation can feel as mechanical as that controlled by a chip. It's utterly dependable, completely controllable.

That, and it feels fantastic. It's like all the best bits of a tickle, but without you screaming for it to stop. When you're zapped with a violet wand, your nerves really do feel the exact spot it hits. In a way, it's kind of like a blunt needle, touching you like a feather a hundred times a second.

And then, there's the TENS.

There's nothing quite like feeling your muscles move of their own volition. Of feeling an electric pulse through the nerves in your skin, and then feeling the muscles twitch. Watching as your thumb jerks around. Of feeling like a puppet on a wire, waiting for the next instruction.

Okay, so maybe I do know why I'm such a sucker for electricity...