โYouโre gone, arenโt you, Pete?โ I ask my beloved dog who now stares up at me without recognition. His breathing is fast and deep. There are flecks of blood around his mouth. Iโve been coughing up blood, too. So has every surviving member of the humโฆ
Today was the day, Kari decided. Today she was going to tell Abe. She was going to have a drink and work up the nerve and send him a message and then he would come by and then she could just tell him. She could take her time and explainโAbe was a goโฆ
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Here in the Quiet Dark, a raygun can be your dearest friend. It warms to your touch, responds to your requests, and clears your way. It is the best partner one can expect to have in the Quiet Dark.โฆ
Across the table, gowned and goggled the ranking surgeon held a hand out expectantly. โCorporal. Is my operating room not Feng Shui enough for you? Or is this โpretend we donโt understand Englishโ day? Or are you just stupid?โ The majorโs voice impoโฆ
โThirty minutes until heart failureโ chirps a voice in Markโs head. He flips through the internal photographs on his heads-up display, but thereโs nothing new there. His heart is a confused, rotting lump of electrified meat rattling his ribcage. Fivโฆ
Alex pulled the coffee mug from under the drip spout and raised it to his lips. โThanks, House,โ Alex replied. He didnโt know how to address the sentient home, other than to call it House. via Pocket