"Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live."


    - Socrates


    Déjà vu.” He felt as if he was starting back a rusty old car, the engine that is his mind whirring in creaks to work. The pain of his stump clouding his thinking. He turned back to the girl. “So... this dream scape is based on my old memories?”


    really good,” she replied, genuinely surprised.


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    are hungry,” the kind tone felt malicious, echoing in his ears as he noticed for the first time that her eyes were black, like her eyeballs had been replaced with onyx beads. “Here, have some more.”


    Stop!”


    I gotta move or I’m gonna die!


    It’s moving?


    No time. Move! He screamed in his mind.


    There Was an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly. Panicking, he darted out onto the road, the ringing in his ears growing louder.


    XXX


    06:45 a.m


    11 days earlier