A Cornered Gurl
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A Cornered Gurl


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“This is our fears sector.” The automaton stopped, leading the tour group to a sleeping woman inside a pod.

“These advancements in dream therapy are actually being put into effect?” A man asked.

“Certainly,” the robot replied. “In fact, if I may direct your attention to these screens we’ll be able to see a simulation this subject’s dream has been infused with. We’ll view with our own eyes what she’s dreaming.”

Murmuring, they gathered around.

The poor woman was thrashing beneath murky water, drowning.

A flatline sounded from the pod.

The crowd gasped.

“Malfunction!” A voice from the loudspeaker repeated.

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