LOVE! â
A hand grasped his chin, âCOME ON!â
âThey loved me,â Larryâs wet eyes stabbed, â THEY CANâT LOVE THAT THING! â A hand clenched his white collar as his face flashed crimson.
Vic motioned for the blonde to sit. âIt doesnât matter about the unit. Business is great. I can afford Larrys in all my clubs.â
Larryâs collar tore from a clenched hand. His legs strained as he gasped, making a long sound like a carâs engine trying to turn over.
Vic grasped the blondeâs knee, comfortably.
She looked to the floor, then back up to the glistening gem on the unitâs hand. âLarry, what did I tell you,â Vic showed his teeth, âNever lose your sense of humor.â
Fast Amnesia
A lex found himself seated in a crowded train cabin despite the fact that he was dreaming in his own bed and his alarm should have gone off fifteen minutes prior. He wasnât sure if this was the weekend or if heâd be late to work again. He also wondered how far they were from the next train stop, wherever that was. A few seats ahead, a man in an antiquated waistcoat stood and approached him with his clothes pulsing with an orange iridescence. The manâs frazzled beard and stoic face resembled Dostoyevsky, âYou sirâ¦â his face froze as if a glitchy machine, â Alex Stevens ⦠youâre a,ââhe frozeââ man ⦠that appreciates an indispensable product when you see one.â
The woman next to him turned, her v-neck blouse also pulsing. It was his bossâbiting her lip incessantly, like she always didâhiding behind those vintage reading-glasses of hers, âJudging by your recent purchase of⦠How To Write Suspense Like the Pros , you are a⦠writer ââ
âYou need Fast Amnesia,â the Russian cut in. âIt temporarily dims targeted memories.â
âWhy would you want to forget things?â his boss asked. âThere are hundreds of uses for Fast Amnesia, butââ
âYouâll need it to read your fiction objectively and be your own editor,â Dostoyevsky blurted with all the passion of the iconoclast putting the last period on his Notes from Underground .
âBe your own editor!â she agreed.
âWho better to objectively edit your work?â Dostoyevsky pressed, leaning toward him.
âItâs the next evolution in literature. If you donât buy, you canât compete!â
âNot approved by the Neural Interface Administration,â he warned. âMay complicate neurological conditions and skew personality matrices, not for children below sixteen.â
âGet yours this morning at your nearest urban market,â she suggested.
âSpecifics of our conversation will become unclear,â he suggested.
âHeâs right,â she agreed. â Unclear .â
âYouâll remember the main point but our words will be forgotten⦠sorry,â Dostoyevsky apologized. âGood-Bye.â
Alex exited the train into a bowl of soup, floating over beef broth on an enormous chunk of steak. Two naked womenâa redhead and a blondeâfloated on huge noodles, paddling with oars toward him. They beamed in unison, â Alex Stevens .â The redhead began, âEver wonder why you wake up with the urge to buy things you donât really need?â
âDo you have headaches in the morning and concentration problems?â the blonde asked.
âIf so, YOUââthe redheadâs face glitchedââ Alex Stevens , are having your mind invaded. Thatâs no joke.â
âNo joke!â the blonde agreed.
âYour mind is like your property,â the redhead continued. âLike a glove, like a shoe. Thereâs only one way to protect your property:
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