He had come to know two things.
The first was that he had never really heard a guitar until he shot the pure form of opium. He realized how much he hated digitally produced music. Why had people stopped playing instruments?
The second was that he had not seen a sunset in over fifteen years and at this point he knew that he would never see another again.
Neither of those would have mattered to him before. Nothing ever did.
It did not matter before because the electrical waves controlling him never leapt out of signal.
Until she made it so.
She always kept true to her promises.
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In Places of Orange
Science FictionUtopian society crashes from android controlling electric-magnetic signals being tampered with by time-travelling disc-jockey-by-day-hooker-by-night. Year 2100 was the year that the sun disappeared. Fifteen years later a blue beam strikes earth and...
