This story is almost a tribute to the mind of David Cronenberg, a director that a friend of mine considers one of the best, and I to hold an appreciation for his mind and imagination, although have seen only a couple of his movies.
The final scene in Videodrome (if you have seen it you will know ) gave me food for thought and when I coupled it to the idea of a suicide bomber it began to come together.
In my opinion this story is still rough, I hope to receive some feedback on this one to polish it off further, but that being said I am happy with this as the initial draft I will submit, obviously otherwise I would not have uploaded it.
Thank you for reading this and hope you have enjoyed or will enjoy the following tale.
Sit back, and enjoy!