An Appointment With Jung

Author: Brian Joseph Johns

This is a short story relating to the relationship between the Pleroma, the collective consciousness and the ideas of Carl Gustav Jung. It involves a young man who works in a virtual simulated company in the Pleroma who becomes very sensitive to the Pleroma. It turns out that he is in need of virtual therapy for which he is sent to a virtual specialist in the field. I hope you enjoy this tale.

An Appointment With Jung

"Everybody can hear what I think. EVERYBODY! Get out of my head!" Loren sat in his virtual office grabbing at his virtual head.

"Loren! Get a hold of yourself! Calm down! Take a few deep breaths and relax." Tal, Loren's virtual boss told him trying to calm him.

"I can't relax. I've never been able to relax since I could remember. I don't understand how anyone can. The Pleroma. It's everywhere. Can't I just have a thought to myself? For myself?" Loren held his virtual breath tensing up.

"You're making this more difficult than it has to be. The Pleroma has been here for almost two hundred years. Generations have lived and died with it. This is clearly a case of Bowman-Gibson Syndrome." Tal spoke clinically sounding like he'd had experience with this sort of thing before though in virtual reality he'd not.

"...Boneman-Gibson Syndrome?" Loren calmed slightly perhaps in the possibility that what he was experiencing had already been named by the medical community.

In medicine if an ailment had a name there was most certainly accompanied by a cure.

"Bowman-Gibson Syndrome. Named after the Doctors who wrote the Plermoma medical diagnosis algorithm to detect based upon a hypothesis that it could exist. In the first day alone it uncovered more than fifteen hundred cases in North America alone." Tal sat back in his virtual chair clearly pleased he had managed to navigate this situation successfully.

"So is there a cure for Bowman-Gibson Syndrome?" asked Loren slowly releasing the tufts of hair he'd been yanking at moments earlier.

"...there's no imbibed treatment or hormone modification involved. Most of the treatment involves cognitive therapy. Under the guidance of a specialist." Tal grabbed a virtual pencil from the table despite the fact that pencils had become extinct two hundred and fifty years earlier.

"A specialist? You mean like a Doctor? An Archivist?" asked Loren his eyes glinting with hope.

"Yes. Sort of. Someone you talk with until you feel better." Tal said tossing the pencil back to the desk top and taking a healthy drink from his virtual coffee cup.

"Can you send me to this specialist?" Loren pleaded.

"I'll have Aerlane in Human Resources get the paperwork ready. You can go this evening. Just be back here first thing in the morning and don't be late!" Tal urged Loren.

Loren rose from his chair and meandered towards the door with a sense of purpose.

"Thanks boss." Loren said as he exited the room.

"No sweat Loren. We look after each other in this company. Don't you forget it." Tal saluted Loren as he left and returned to his virtual computer screen.

To be continued...

Brian Joseph Johns

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