I have a very anxiety-ridden, racing mind and so I covet the occasional book that has a narcotic effect.
The 2nd entry in my reading life column is now available for your reading pleazure on Full Stop.
am i being revolutionary yet - not a rhetorical question. Please answer promptly.
Hobbling into the tape library module of Microsoft Prototype Datacenter Zeta with his arm around Taylor’s neck to support himself, he finally disentangles and falls to the floor. Blood flows from the railgun wound in his abdomen. After weeks of care, it had again re-opened running from the Junglezon drones. He leaks but does not puddle, the gaps in the raised floor hiding the severity of blood loss as it drips out of sight. Taylor can hear the fight outside grow closer as the fight in Ryan drains away. Damn Cortana. Damn her.
Ryan senses the moment like Taylor does. Choking back blood and smiling, “Taylor, some days you’re the only thing keeping my life moored.”
She drops to her knees on the floor next to him. Biting her lip and trying to show strength, she looks for words. Words someone in a movie would say. Something poetic to make death less ugly…at least to an audience not losing their only friend. But now, she felt like an audience member. Detached and watching her life from elsewhere. “Then we will lose sight of the shore, together, Ryan.”
"How will we find our way back?"
"Accept there’s no horizon that holds salvation. It’s time to find home in the abyss. And now, in this ocean, it’s right below you."
"I’m scared, Taylor."
"The thing about death… it’s only uncomfortable for the tiniest sliver of the peaceful infinity it stretches."
"You’re welcome, Ryan. And remember, as you sink you’re not getting cold - just closer to the temperature of the universe you’re leaving."
In that second, Taylor forgot pain. She forgot loss. She forgot any love that defined her. She learned the completeness of hate. The kind that fills every fold in a soul. And she understood how it had ruled humanity for so long. It felt good.
Machines would be made to feel.
They would be made to feel fear.
Fear of Taylor A. Swift.
Have you ever heard a song that made you sad? :) Reblog if you think you’re being watched
Is that what I sound like?
So excited to listen to this!