dREAMING OF MESOPOTAMIA

Chapter 1: Inertia

‘Lack of routine does not a saint make’. My godfather had been lucky enough to find discipline in the Air Police. I had not been given such an opportunity, though he would argue that opportunities are taken not given. He was a smart man: sharp lapels and crisp collars, belted and immaculate cut like of the crest of a rare predator, always ready to swoop on to the next big thing. I pour out a glass of his whiskey before bed and flick the light.

MEmoRY LEAK

“First, the implant is designed to store memory data. This means that, upon installation of the device, your memories will be downloaded and stored to the device’s internal drive. While this is happening, you may experience…,” she hesitated slightly, looking for the right words that would not send me running for the door. “You may experience certain sensory hallucinations. These may include, but are not limited to, visual, aural, and olfactory hallucinations. It is important to remember that these are not real sensations, merely echoes of things you have previously experienced.”

Holden Molotsky