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The day the Federation debuted the pill, thousands of people remembered what it was like to be alive.Steel encased an oval shape of microscopic circuits and sensors that read data transmitted from the brain’s electrical activity and uploaded it to the Cloud. The amalgam of emotion, thoughts, ideas, beliefs, fears, and dreams floated lazily within a secure server, accessible to anyone with permission to peek in on someone’s innermost feelings. ¶ People lined up at the designated implant locations, waiting hours, sometimes days, for a puncture wound.

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Selena LarsonApr 11 min read

Landfill

Look upon the mountain you’ve built
Forgotten wreckage, collecting dust
Bits of data suspended in time, unplugged and waiting for a reboot

The librarian picks up a discarded part, logs it
Then tosses it back on the mountain
Two men…

Drowning

A freezing gale rattled the windows, and from the darkness of my living room, I watched droplets the size of quarters pelt the grimy pane. A…

Trophy Killings

The physician slipped into the shadows like a ghost in a graveyard, his patient losing consciousness in a growing pool of crimson liquid. She would be dead before he returned to the hotel. She would not be found until the team charter was long gone from the parking lot.