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Quorum of Salt
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I don't move. Just watch the vote counter climb. 250. 275. 300. And something clicks in my mind. What if the sleeper isn't someone else? What if the sleeper is me? When did I actually arrive on this ship?
I try to remember when I arrived on this ship. Nineteen years, I've always said. But I can't actually remember the day. I remember working. But I can't remember starting. The memory just... doesn't exist.
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I look at my hands. The salt is still on them. I try to make a fist and there's a delay. Half a second. Between thinking and doing. When did that start? Was I ever real? Or have I always been watching myself from a distance?
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Hana Kim
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