We/I_The Secret of Doctor Thatcher_Maya and the Hidden Sun_Influenced.
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We/I
Something happened in the lab the other night. I’m not certain what but it was something.I powered up the device, and there she…I…the other I…was. It was a possibility I hadn’t considered. By opening a door into a parallel universe, I opened the door to myself in that same universe.Some clarification first. My name is Samuel Worth, I am a thirty-four-year-old physicist that likes doing stupid experiments in my garage. I go by Sam. Her name is Samantha Worth, a thirty-four-year-old physicist that likes doing stupid experiments in her garage…she goes by Sam.One difference at our conception, or p...
The Secret of Doctor Thatcher
]Dr. Thatcher clutched her medical bag to her chest and surveyed the scene in front of her. They were all dead, of that she had not doubt, but one question swirled in her mind. Was there anything here she could use? When she first saw the abandoned warehouse, she thought she struck gold. It was the perfect placed to hide from the medical board and the marshals until she caught a train to the west coast and found a more open-minded city to continue her research. The people here were too feeble minded and unimaginative to understand and appreciate her particular brand of genius. She...
Maya and the Hidden Sun
The heat left its mark on every little sand particle in the desert but that year was different, the Year of Maya as we call it today. The ground began to fade and grew lines until it looked like chapped lips. The little bugs with their bell-like ringing began to die out from thirst. Maya remembered finding their black carcasses burning under the unyielding sun. Because the www.onedoor.ccbugs began to die out, the desert jackals became hungry and starved. Maya still shudders to this day when she remembers finding a half-eaten jackal while playing with her kite one orange-colored afternoon. She understood imm...
Influenced.
Skimming through today’s Featured Filters, I smile, then frown, then purse my lips and blow a kiss into the smart mirror. I spend fifteen minutes tilting my chin and twirling my body, examining the different filters’ effects on all the angles of my face and figure, eventually settling on “Retro Sunrise”, a golden glow that illuminates my skin, smooths my wrinkles and blemishes, extends my lashes, and bleaches the tips of my dark blonde hair to a shimmering ombre sunrise of creamy yellows and soft orange. It is a very conservative look; no body distorts or facial dysmorphia, but today, I want t...