Combinatrix

“Toby’s brain,” says the scientist, pointing directly at my exposed and delicate brain, “is what is known as a combinatrix.”

A hum trembles through the audience.

“Push in information through any or all of his available input sockets,” [the scientist points to, in turn, my eyes, ear (left ear only), microphone, x-ray absorbor], “and it will all be transformed, via the combinatrix, into… this!”

The scientist whirls on the spot and thrusts her cane towards the shadows.

Silence.

A spotlight switches on.

My latest CD is revealed. (Also available on tape and cylinder).

The audience gasp, weep, cheer, liveblog, dance, fume.