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Hand Hinunter das LichtHans lay face down on the surgical table, completely immobilized and wide awake. His father's rubber shoes moved in and out of his field of vision as the older man busied himself in preparation, his voice a constant hum of information in the otherwise empty room.Hand Hinunter das Licht
"We can't effectively target inactive neural pathways, which is why you're awake. You won't feel anything, at least, I don't think I did..." his father's voice trailed off only for a moment. "If you do feel uncomfortable, be sure to speak up. We'll want to make a note of when."
His father double checked his handiwork, having laid out all the instruments he w


See, Hear, Smell, Touch, TasteArway sat down gently at the desk. Dust was already starting to gather, defying the environment scrubber's valiant attempts to keep the air spotless.See, Hear, Smell, Touch, Taste
Two weeks, maybe three.
Careful not to disturb anything, he leaned as close as he dared to the desk's surface and breathed in slowly, deeply. Hundreds of particles raced through his sinus, and he unconsciously rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as they were identified, cross referenced and catalogued.
Without realizing, he'd closed his eyes as he took in the recent history of the space. He opened them quickly, hoping no one had noticed. Turning


To Sleep AloneNathan hated fighting with Claire. It was inevitable; they'd been awake and otherwise alone with the ship, tending to its needs, granting their minds a temporary reprieve from the long sleep. If you spent a few months alone with only your partner hurtling through deep space, you'd find things to disagree on too.To Sleep Alone
He never meant to argue, she was just so pig-headed sometimes. Before he knew it a rolled eye and sharp comment became a tennis match of barked recriminations and rebuttals, and the inevitable storming off to opposite ends of the ship.
He watched her from his perch in the observation deck as she moved among t


Circadian ArrhythmiaThis is the first time I've been awake in... I don't know. Months? Years?Circadian Arrhythmia
The sentence they gave me was a twenty year stint in this meat locker. There's nobody around to tell me how far in I am.
The air in here is brutally stale; heavy with the smell of sweat and piss. I should be on line air, and this can's supposed to be sealed tight. It's not though, there's something wrong with the system and they've cracked all the lids so we can breathe.
Thoughtful bastards.
I must be on the downslope of this thing, my muscles don't respond worth shit and I can feel the edges of my teeth where my gums


InsomniaThirty two years. Hed lost count of the number of homicides.Insomnia
A Detective for twenty one of those years, John Barrick wished he knew how good hed had it as a beat cop.
There was no going back now.
John opened the back door of his cruiser. Reaching in, he grabbed the zip tie holding his prisoners hands behind his back and dragged him roughly out onto the ground. The cars suspension wheezed at the change in load, re-leveling itself.
Barrick pulled the limp figures head back by the hair and snapped a sim cap under his shattered nose.
Wake up, Stan
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
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If you don't compile and publish these I might have to come kill you.
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So what is street photography again? [link]
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
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