Wolverton sees an image during the fractional time it takes to blink, persisting like a flashgun after he opens his eyes.  The suit twists and bends in the afterimage, all unexpected angles and disappearances; an obscene hyper-dimensional projection of a man.

“Jesus,” gasps Wolverton, involuntarily standing.  The manifold opposite widens its smile exponentially.  All pretence gone, Wolverton throws desperate glances around the room, eyes settling on the window behind him and the afternoon sun that shines through it.

Wolverton goes through the window in a welter of glass.  Falling, he considers the life choices that led him to this moment.


~ by Electro-mechanical Man on October 23, 2010.

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