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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 13, 2023
I was different. It wasn’t just the alien contamination. What came out was, “Something in me broke.”
(“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I had told Mensah. “I think you might know,” she had said. “You just don’t want to talk about it.”)![]()
But since the thing that happened I don’t think I’ve had an emotion that wasn’t the visual equivalent of a wet blanket crumpled on a floor.![]()
He turned to me. “It was a sexual discussion.”
ART said in our private feed, I told you that you didn’t want to know.
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I had an expression (I couldn’t help it) and involuntarily retreated two meters back down the corridor.
‘since the thing that happened I don’t think I’ve had an emotion that wasn’t the visual equivalent of a wet blanket crumpled on a floor.’
“So the next time I get optimistic about something, I want one of you to punch me in the face.”
“But since the thing that happened I don't think I've had an emotion that wasn't the visual equivalent of a wet blanket crumpled on the floor.”
“Did I understand how it processed its emotions? No. But I don’t understand how I process my emotions, either.”
“Humans are great at imagining stuff. That’s why their media is so good.”
The weather was clear over there, visibility good. We could replace me with an automated weather drone, that would work, too.
SO THERE WAS A fight at that point. Not a fight, a discussion. Whatever, agitated humans figuring out what to do.