“It burns from inside…”
“Hold on. It'll pass.”
The experiment aimed to shut down the part of the hippocampus that collapses our subjective reality. The drug acted quickly. We aren't sure if it succeeded, though. He never came back.
Nobody was in the station. The subway is coming; soon it'll cross the veneer of darkness of the tunnel.
“Jump!” the voice said in my mind.
That uneasy feeling again, dread. They've warned me about the mind games of the agency. I believe the rumor is true.
Engineer of strange machines, he was not ready to give up. When the air outside the silo became unbreathable and the temperature rose to unbearable levels, he went out for a walk. The ruins of Buenos Aires saw the last bystander before the fire engulfed the city.
“To fly is easy; I've done it.”
“Now what else do you want from me?”
“I want to see the future.”
“I'll show you.”
“No. I wish to see it by myself. I'd like to live long enough… forever.”
“Free me first.”
“You'll be free… the day after I die.”
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