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W.H.I.C
I know when I’m not being taken seriously. I can see it, the eyes glaze, the head nods and the mouth agrees far too much. So, when I told Dr Parsons that I thought I was allergic to my W.H.I.C, I could tell at once that she thought I was talking nonsense I suppose that was understandable. W.H.I.Cwww.onedoor.ccs, or Wrist Housed Information Capsules, were made of hypo allergenic, semi biotic matter and were implanted hours after birth in every child and were so small that it barely left a scar. So, for me, a 23-year-old, to be complaining now of allergies seemed to make no sense. “And how long has this bee...
Vein
Window frames broken and curtains torn and tangled. The heart of the building crushed, the corridors and floors, destruction beyond repair echoed through the empty halls. And yet a soul, between the rubble, still standing tall. A young woman truly surprised by her own self. A woman who could walk. Although, to speak the truth, waking wasn't the unexpected. Being alive had already defied the rules on its own. And nobody was there to explain why or how. Not even she could figure that detail out. And so she did all that she did best. She just walked.She walked fast and then she moved slow. She st...
Inferno Luck
I’m on the road, finally, and far enough away that I should be able to relax. Still, it’s hours until I get back home, and I’m just hoping the Taurus doesn’t let me down. That burning smell is back, so it needs oil already, but I am shaking too hard right now. I go ahead and pull over into a rest area. At least I’m not tired, but my stomach feels sick with adrenaline.The sun was not yet up to flush away the darkness when I left the motel this morning. I made excuses to Charlie that I needed to get back home to watch my roommate’s pets while she’s away. He just laughed. How could he laugh, “aft...
Iniuriose
“So, what’s the catch?” asked The Man who was across the desk from Gally, and was funding the project. “Catch?” Gally asked, “There is no catch.” The Man looked at Gally with disbelief. “There must be a catch.” The Man said. “There is never not a catch with a project of this multitude.” Gally looked at the man, thinking of what could classify as a catch. She then said to The Man: “Well, I guess the catch could be the secrecy this project would need throughout its use.” “What do you think would happen if news of this project got out?” The Man asked. “My team is running the numbers as we speak,...