by Jackson Ferrell
It wouldn’t tell me why it spared me. There I was, watching from the space station as fire ravaged the earth beneath me, and it wouldn’t tell me why. Everyone I knew was dying, and it wouldn’t tell me why.
I think when I slapped it, I was trying to get it to kill me.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
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2 comments:
"I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream"esque. Excellent.
Wow.
Beautiful and poignant.
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