Pg. 1: The pandemic made it impossible to leave this tiny, city apartment. I was losing it. I started to experiment with teleportation. All efforts were complete failures—until today. I started by playing a K-Tell disco album looped at half speed on
Pg. 2: I became radiation. Shooting through the cosmos. Why was there was an insistence of purpose? Was my human mind struggling with the fact I was no longer—just a nucleus stripped of its electron approaching the speed of light? Ahead of my speed,
Pg. 3: I was light traveling at a speed predetermined by whatever forces agreed to the Big Bang. I felt pure in my purpose. Then it all came apart. I was controlled by a complex algorithm. It directed me to bend. I bent. My vibrations meshed with o
Pg. 4: I was surrounded by my consciousness, but I was not myself…or more than myself? Emerging suddenly into a body way past technological singularity— uncontrollable, irreversible. Some powerful bureaucracy, for a substantial fee, deemed my consci
Pg. 5: I was asleep in the Hypersleep Chamber on an intergalactic light assault carrier. It was a sleep I longed for during my waking hours. The dreams of an insomniac who can control their sleep are more magnificent than anything waking life can of
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