Sunday, May 5, 2013

Blank Humans

“This is a nightmare,” the man sighed. “We all died. Some of us came back. So what?”
The woman sat in silence.
“Who’s your government source?” she asked, scratching the paint off the table.
“A fool.”
“I’m afraid we are past that.”
“Just type it, then. Some of us will die again.
No one will come back. There aren’t many of us left.”
“Producing them, I know.”
He started typing – Project for Sector X75: Production of Artificial Humans – Top Secret.
“Were we ever really humans once?”
“Life’s not fair,” she said, the word “Alive” on the rusted table. 
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