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Quorum of Salt
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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.
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?
What happens next?
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The screen turns red. ONE FINAL TALLY: 487-0 IN FAVOR OF TERMINATION. And the system asks me directly: 'SLEEPER UNIT, CONFIRM SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE?' / I press YES. And I feel it: the drug in the air, the weight in my limbs, the world getting slow.
BD
Bram de Vries
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