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+2022-12-27
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+	20XX refers to the past, not the future, in one fifth of cases. But the
+past was pretty futuristic! Dream big, I need my space.
+
+2022-09-13
+
+Slipstream
+DTB
+	Published here under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-
+NoDerivatives 4.0 International Public License.
+	They found Amber as some DNA encased in fossilized tree sap when I was
+twenty years old. A small networked community speculated that society's problems
+were due to our genetic distance from our ancestors.
+	This was my twenty-second year, for the third or fourth time. I meet
+my wife Cassidy for the first time for the fourth time next week.
+	I go to work. I work at a laboratory, at this time JCN, "where dreams
+are made", before it's taken and turned into the National Defense Center, NDC.
+I can prevent this by submitting a false, smaller figure for our proposal for
+governmental funding – a clerical oversight, no more than an off-by-ten,
+changes an official's perception of how "innovative" JCN can be, influences
+their and eventually their leader's choice. Yang Electric becomes NDC instead;
+another aboriginal creation forced to assimilate.
+	Someone asks me how my day is going. My day is fine. How is yours? Not
+so good, Ada. Carl gets a divorce next January and dies six months after that.
+Officially of grief, technically of a gunshot wound.
+	I leave. Today I worked on a paper I publish next month on hyper
+-realistic simulation of reality, simulation into which someone could
+(inexpensively) be dropped unaware. Even my first time working on this I was so
+horrified at what I had created I for the first time and uncomfortably faked
+numbers on my paper so nobody would be interested. One could end up perceiving
+decades in seconds; trapped in hell or suffocated in heaven. Immersion is only
+useful to a certain extent.
+	I get into my car. 667 River Road. I drive past the animal shelter at
+which I worked as a teenager. Unit 5. I knock on the door.
+	Cassidy's uncle answers. He still has hair, I didn't know he still had
+hair now. We're both on the ground in his apartment. I brought a scalpel
+thinking it would be enough but I forgot this is only a couple years after Ron
+got out of the Navy. He calls me a fucking psychopath and I grunt but say
+nothing. JCN still sharpens the scalpels between each use – this changes
+because it's overkill, we only really use them for opening boxes even by now.
+He's on top of me. All I need is one straight cut but I manage to plunge the
+blade into his windpipe. He chokes and coughs blood onto me. It burns like acid.
+I stand up and close the door. He's living alone, working at a warehouse, on the
+top floor so I don't need to worry about unexpected guests.
+	I have no prior connection with this corpse. He has dozens of enemies
+including the children of the families he separated in the middle-East. I wipe
+off the doorknob and my face, put my bandanna back into my pocket, and leave. In
+this part of town I'm not worried about anyone describing my car to the police,
+not worried about the surveillance because there isn't any yet, at least to the
+extent with which I'm familiar. I'm back in my car. I'm staring blankly at the
+road. I'm in my driveway. I'm staring blankly at the television. I'm laying in
+bed staring at the ceiling.
+	I'm at work. I'm at home. I'm in bed. I work. I go home. I go to bed. I
+meet my wife Cassidy for the first time for the fourth time. Cassidy Malcolm, my
+name is Ada Karina. Last night you played the lottery; you always play the date
+and truncate off the extra digits. You've never told anybody about how your
+childhood hamster ate its babies and you didn't know why. Please have coffee
+with me.
+	When I met her for the first time for the second time she eventually
+confessed that she drank coffee, not tea, and that's why she was so hesitant to
+meet me that second first time. She switched to tea later. That hesitation made
+her meet me after she had already taken the job at the wristwatch company.
+	She would see her uncle next week and tell him about us if he was still
+alive. I think of this as I order us two of her favorite potion, cold brewed
+coffee with a pinch of cinnamon. She hasn't had this in months, she tells me for
+the fourth time. I apologize for my detachment. I've seen my world crumble again
+and again. I'm too far gone, and I’m sorry, and I have to move on. She's talking
+to me for the first time for the fourth time and the last time and I'm not
+listening. I'm sipping the cold brew and trying to taste the cinnamon, for the
+last time.
+	The NDC euthanized Cassidy via baton. I watched from behind a window
+grate in handcuffs as two children in police uniforms beat her until she stopped
+moving, and then until she stopped bleeding and then until they were tired. She
+slowly splintered into pieces, bending at more and more seams rolling back and
+forth on the tile. Her brain chemistry was a single link too far from Amber.
+	I go home. I sleep. My day is fine. How is yours? To be honest, Ada,
+things aren't so great at home. I'm sorry to hear that, Carl. What's wrong? My
+wife won't talk to me. I don't know why. She's just slowly gone silent. Maybe
+it's me? Have you talked to those close to her?
+	Typing, clicking. I'm staring at a light bulb, hammering phosphors off
+in new familiar patterns.
+	They found me when they dragged Cassidy's corpse into the acid bath.
+They shoved me along a steel hallway and took me to a holding cell with a dozen
+other loved of the dead.
+	During her second final week on Earth Cassidy was rarely awake and less
+often lucid. When she wasn't as well Cassidy said she felt like she was being
+dissolved. She coughed up blood, lots of it. The doctors asked me if she could
+have been exposed to anything that would cause lung cancer.
+	Ron was a loving uncle, caring brother, and courageous veteran who will
+be dearly missed. Service will be held at Lisbon St. Baptist, 8-12, 5pm.
+Cassidy's uncle's obituary was brief to stay within the minimum cost from the
+paper. My third thirty-fifth year, he shot her in the side of her head. I
+tackled him to the ground and beat him until he stopped moving, and then until
+he stopped bleeding, and then until I was tired, when I collapsed next to him.
+The police came for the noise complaint.
+	I set up tests for my project. One of the tests checks for whether a
+program that only ever returns a zero value returns a true value, which it
+doesn't. I pretend to not know what's wrong. My day is fine. How's yours? I- I
+don't know, Ada. I'm sorry.
+	I entered my password into the locking panel on the door. It still
+worked. I read digests of all active projects in the laboratory and took note
+of one of the room numbers. I loaded both an old program I wrote and a current
+program being developed at NDC onto my wristwatch, opened the door, and ran. The
+other captives ran too, to a different wing of the building in a greater number.
+	Cassidy and I found her dog dead in her apartment two weeks afteer we
+met for the first time in my third twenty-second year. Brick was shot with a
+rifle. The police came but didn't find the round and the killer left no other
+trace. I asked the neighbor across the hall and he said he didn't hear Brick
+bark at whomever shot him.
+	I go home. I go to sleep. I wake up. I go to work. Dials spinning.
+Buttons clicking. There's an issue with my database access. I call the
+technology information desk. My user was deleted by accident; they adjust my
+permissions so my account can't be deleted as part of an automatic process.
+	I ran into a steel room and threw the lab technician out of his chair
+before kicking him in his chin, knocking him out. I entered my old emergency
+authorization code into the computer and watched the cathode in the center of
+the room start to glow a deep blue.
+	I publish my paper to no applause as expected. The concept was obviously
+impossible with modern technology but its aspiration was noble.
+	I was in my forty-fifth year on the second floor of JCN. My legs shook
+but I managed to walk out and into the outside air, which I didn't think I would
+breathe again. I ran to my apartment and waited until I, in my twenty-second
+year, the first time, was asleep. I set a code and plugged myself into the
+simulation.
+	I didn't know how long I'd be stranded away from my time so I went to a
+park to sleep, but on my way I dissolved back into the NDC, in front of a
+glowing cathode. The laboratory technician stared at me. The experiment wasn't
+ready! What have I done?
+	I answered and upon its receipt of the password the universe dissolved.
+I watched the technician scream and turn to sand and I woke up in my bed,
+twenty-two years old, two blueprints and a handful of vestiges and some
+asbestos left in the fire-proof wristwatch next to me, unplugged from my
+simulation, my consciousness slipstreamed into the past present day. 
+
+
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