The Chip (Winning Entry, Short Fiction Contest 2019)
“I think it’s broken…” Jin began, “I mean, not working properly.” He sat in a too-clean office across from a doctor who barely looked human with her many bio-enhancements protruding […]
“I think it’s broken…” Jin began, “I mean, not working properly.” He sat in a too-clean office across from a doctor who barely looked human with her many bio-enhancements protruding […]
“She died, Ceana. I don’t know how else to explain it! She was alive, now she’s not. She was breathing, then she wasn’t, she had a life, then she didn’t.
What? Didn’t I just buy..? Well, sh- I slam the fridge door closed and make my way outside. I’m skimming through articles, flicking my thumb impatiently over the cracks in
The mirror was her sick and distorted reality. It screamed out her insecurities and shortcomings, even while the world tried to sugarcoat her with sympathetic lies and wonderfully woven reassurances.