Author : Michael Herbaugh a.k.a. “Freeman”
I’m sitting
That’s my first thought
I can’t move my hands
That’s the next thought. Then like a lightning bolt, I’m fully conscious. I know where I am and I know why I am here.
“WAIT! I can prove I’m human! When I’m in bed I can’t sleep unless I have three points tucked in. Between my legs, under my shoulder and under the opposite arm. Surely, that’s something human? I’m human, you can’t kill meâ€
“All skin jobs think that.†The voice came from the darkness to my right. “See it’s genetic memory, you can’t help it. Your host had that predisposition so it’s been passed to you. It doesn’t change what you are.â€
“But, I know I’m human! I bleed like everyone else, I feel, I think!â€
“Look, kid. I didn’t wait for you to wake up so we can debate this. I just don’t like decommissioning skin jobs while they’re unconscious.â€
He levels the gun to my forehead.
“THIS IS NOT HOW THINGS GO IN MY DREAMS! THEY…â€
The plea was cut short by the gunshot’s thunderous finality.
“Wait, did he say drea…….?â€
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