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What Happens to the Bodies? draft
You probably think you know what happens when someone shifts, but you don’t. Hell, until a few years ago, I thought I knew everything there was to know about shifting, given that I was an original beta tester. And I’m not talking about the class you need to take before getting your license, or the
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Break-fix draft
You never forget your first loop. You rub your eyes, maybe ask someone to hit you in the face, hard. By the fifth time, you’re expecting buildings to fold in on themselves, you’re watching movies trying to find how to prove you’re in a simulation. You demand answers – from friends, from the internet, from
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No Such Thing As Normal
“A head like yours is supposed to hurt.” That’s what my father would always say whenever I had a headache. I can’t remember if he ever substituted other body parts when they were hurting, but I heard that specific phrase so often growing up that, even now, almost 50 years later, my soulmate often hears
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Happy Death Day!
I can’t really remember much of anything about it, except that I was dead. And by dead, I don’t mean the kind of dead one sees in the movies or hears about from television, where you see a tunnel with white light at the end and you’re supposed to follow the light, I mean dead
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The Truth About Pops
Some things are easily forgotten: people’s phone numbers, perhaps, or maybe the location of your keys, or even the reason you went to the store this morning. But for whatever reason, the glue that usually sticks a memory to the mind wears out, and we are left with the broken, half-shattered remnants of an event.
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Last Wish
“I want to die of old age!” he said, almost arrogantly, as if he was the first person to have ever thought to try that. I winced – literally minutes from death and he still didn’t understand exactly what he was dealing with. Resigned, I tried one last time to warn him, “As your lawyer,
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Finding God (beginning version 1)
It all started as a really bad practical joke. The idea was to pretend that the mainframe we’d finally perfected had gone sentient, a la HAL or WOPR. We’d all seen the movies, and we all had a healthy respect for the warnings of our elders – never blindly place the fate of our planet
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i am not human
i am not human. i am a shell – less turtle without home and thus without heart easily stepped on, easily crushed my hair, relentless in pursuit of chaos my eyebrows jagged peaks from which volcanic emotions erupt my eyes boring holes without cause my nose a clogged drainpipe my smile a callous coldhearted thief
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Side Effects
I entered this world much like I left the last one – through pain, through blood, through sacrifice. I couldn’t tell you why I chose this world, or even if I consciously did, but now that I’m here, I have no choice but to stay and make the best of it. At least for the
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