A Disposable Age
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Science Fiction


James Finn

I cry out because the need to blink is incredible and my eyes refuse to shut, even though the room is dimly lit. This is my first need. The second is to escape; unable, I begin to panic. I cannot move, I'm strapped to a table. I realize soon enough that it's not the straps restricting me, it's my body's inability to assert any kind of motor function.

I'm paralyzed.


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