21 – Contradiction
Experiment: Day 3 September 26th Curt opened his eyes, a scream still locked in his throat. ‘Lights,’ he choked, ‘fuck, lights, require: lights.’
Experiment: Day 3 September 26th Curt opened his eyes, a scream still locked in his throat. ‘Lights,’ he choked, ‘fuck, lights, require: lights.’
Stef starred. ‘Lol. Wut.’ Thick rubber gloves appeared on his hands. ‘I’d appreciate some help, if you’re not gonna puke again.’ ‘What precisely are we–’ She waved her hands in front of her. ‘Wait. Wait. Wait.’ ‘What?’ ‘Computer, freeze program.’
Stef stared at her newly narc’ed self in the bathroom mirror and roughly calculated how long she could hide in a bathroom without someone inquiring as to her medical condition. It’d been fifteen minutes already. Twenty might be pushing it. For the thirty-eighth time, she looked to the window, not quite able to convince herself […]
Curt felt Stef let go of his hand as Ryan’s office blurred into view. He required a fresh uniform, the few crumbs of breakfast disappearing. Three months, and she was still relying on tactile contact to reliably shift things other than herself. Shifting something away from herself she could do all right, but when it […]
‘If I keep getting you as a partner, I’m going to have to give you my phone number,’ Curt muttered. This time, the training simulation was an ugly patch of scrub – the smell of stagnant water filled Stef’s nostrils and made her want to gag. The water was coming from what had been a […]
Stef stared at her newly narc-ed self in the bathroom mirror, and made rough calculations as to how long she could hide in a bathroom without someone inquiring as to her medical condition. It’d been fifteen minutes already, she wasn’t sure that Ryan was enough of a gentleman to keep out of the ladies’ room. […]