Black Light
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Ongoing13m
Last published Mon, Jan 2, 2017
"What the fucking hell?"
I was in a bed that looked more like the examination tables in hospitals, I had wires poking out of me, and there was a bald guy sitting at the far end of the room, typing something on a computer that seemed like it was right from the 1980s - only a hundred times more futuristic.
And the bald guy had just completely ignored me.
"Where the heck am I?"
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Waking up with needles and wires poking out of you is not something anyone really dreams about. Waking up with needles and wires poking out of you and learning that the life you knew was only a dream - pretty insane, yeah?
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#122 in Fantasy
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