A cure for insomnia - in the afternoon...

Nov 12, 2004 16:41


            It moved.

It actually moved. Every perverse metal digit moved in concert with his neural impulses. And the wrist! It moved too. Had he installed the circuits for the wrist? He didn’t remember doing so, but he didn’t remember doing a lot of things recently.

He fell on his knees in maniacal laughter. It echoed ( Read more... )

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... cheasekhake November 13 2004, 04:30:07 UTC
I must say, I can't remember ever crying while reading a story...but that brought a tear or two. Wonderfully written, great imagery...just enough description so that the mind fills in the rest.

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