I feel three knocks against my forehead. A strange voice says, “Testing, testing…is this thing on?” My vision fritzes, then erupts with a mix of images and overlays. A scroll of data slips down the left side of it. The world blurs, then resolves into a set of crystal-clear pictures. I raise my hands before […]

via Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel — Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

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