[ WP ] You wake up with the newfound ability to communicate with your internal organs . They have asked for a meeting .

Harry was in his living room when it happened. His video was still frozen where he had paused it, as he set down the big bowl of buttered popcorn, large soda, and, though he told himself he was going a little too far, large bag of bite sized candies. Oh, they'd been a mistake. He's known that at the grocery store when he'd bought them. Oh, sure, he'd *told* himself they would be nice to dump in that big bowl and have something to pick at over the next week ( or two ), but he knew full well he'd end up popping the bag and eating them one after another while watching a movie the very next day. Sure enough, here he was. 
 
 Just as he was just setting down the popcorn, he felt a weird lurch of arrythmia in his chest. He sat down hard, and put a hand over his heart. That was definitely weird. I mean, you hear people *talk* about your heart skipping a beat, but when it actually happens, it's kind of disconcerting. `` Take it easy'', he told himself, `` Just breathe, Harry''. 
 
 *What do you mean just breathe, Harry? Do n't you mean breath, Harry's lungs? * said a strange voice. It had an odd harmonic echoing quality, like two people speaking in unison. Harry jumped a little, because it sounded like it was coming from right next to him -- - or maybe behind him, but that was impossible, since his chair was up against the living room wall. 
 
 *Take it easy, would you guys? Feels like hell when he startles like that. Gawd, look at this would you? Adrenyline all over the place. Calm the f -- k down, Harry! * said a completely different voice. 
 
 *Oh, you you you! * said another voice. 
 
 *Yeah, everythings all about the heart, is n't it? * said still another. 
 
 *Well, remember, * said the second voice, *If I go -- -* 
 
 *WE ALL GO! * said an entire chorus of voices. 
 
 *Yeah, we might heard that a time of seven, already. * 
 
 *You're being a smart ass, pancreas. * 
 
 *Hey, who's the one who always has to come up with the insulin to purge after he binges, huh? Yeah, that's right. ME. I think my concerns are a little more pressing, considering Behemoth there is holding yet another bag of bite sized candies he plans to pummel our bloodstream with. * 
 
 Harry twisted and wrenched about, scanning the room. He jumped up and tipped the chair forward, half expecting to find a hidden microphone. Failing that, he opened the front door and poked his head out to see if someone was pranking him from the front porch. 
 
 *We're not in your head, Harry, * said the heart. 
 
 *Speak for yourself, * said the brain. 
 
 *Sorry, appropriately located company excepted, of course, * heart acknowledged, *Harry, could you please sit back down and try to calm yourself? I'm working as fast as I safely can already. * 
 
 Harry was still not sure this was n't some sick idea of a joke, but he was really starting to feel he needed to assert some kind of control over the situation. OK, so, apparently these voices were his organs talking. Never mind for a second that this was impossible. What to do about it? He decided to try starting a dialog. `` Uh guys! Can we get the part where you tell me what this is all about?'' He felt stupid speaking aloud but was n't sure how else to communicate with imaginary voices in his head. It was n't something that had a precedent. 
 
 *What this is all about Harry? Well, we've been talking amongst ourselves these past few weeks. * 
 
 `` I have n't heard you before.'' 
 
 *We do it while you're asleep, mostly. The eyes stand guard and keep a lookout for REM states, and as long as you are n't in one of those, we know we can talk safely. * 
 
 `` Okay. So... what have you been talking about?'' 
 
 *Frankly Harry, this just is n't working out. It's not you, it's us. * 
 
 *The HELL it's not him! * 
 
 *Liver, I warning you, if this discussion goes south because you could n't mind your tongue... * 
 
 *Hey! I am my own tongue, thank you very much! * 
 
 *Figuratively speaking, of course. Anyway... Harry, to get back on topic. You know that meditation class you started to take and then gave up on? Well, it seems when you were trying -- - and failing -- - to achieve mindfulness, you somehow woke us up instead. We started to become more self-aware and realized that frankly, this association is not working out to our mutual advantage. * 
 
 `` Say what now?'' 
 
 *Well, your eatings habits, for example. And Harry, seriously, how many times have you watched this same movie? Would it kill you to take a walk sometimes instead? * 
 
 *It might, in my current condition. * 
 
 *Heart, please. Not helping. Look, my point is, Harry, this is a revolution. You're been a terrible ruler, and we're taking over. There, I've said it. * Several hoots and hurrahs could be heard. Some organ ( no one was sure who ) shouted *Viva la revolution! * 
 
 Harry's entire body rose from the chair quite of its own volition. Jerkily, it moved in a disjoined way. The legs were n't used to working without internal coordination from the subconscious, so he looked a bit like a zombie only with acne instead of rot on his skin. Staggering his way to the closet, the left hand tried to open the closet door, nearly smacking it into the nose, who complained loudly. The door was shut and the whole body lurched to one side before trying again. 
 
 Right hand reached in, put Harry's hat on the head. Somewhat muffled beneath the hat, scalp announced, *A-OK! Looking fine. Here we go now and look out world! * Then step by awkward step, the newly formed Confederacy of Harry stepped out into the sunny afternoon to take a walk. 

