Wednesday, February 20, 2008

100 Word Stories: a visit with a psychic

The Corporation requires it, at your eighteenth birthday. We joke, when we’re sure we’re not being overheard: switching the p and s would be more accurate. Spy. Spying. We live in a world of eyes/cameras and loudspeakers/microphones and being careful, always being careful.

This one, something’s different. Her eyes are alive, her hand holds mine and she doesn’t connect the electrodes.

Now. She says. And for all my scepticism, something here is unexpectedly real. Now is the time for change. Take your chances. Run if you can. This isn’t everything. Find out what’s outside the wall.

The door dissolves. Gunfire.

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