
(i) Woman, Fragmenting Out of reach of Bach's Rescue Remedy, she free-falls through 2, 1, G to the basement. Wifemask says she's fine, hides behind her Prozac smile, offers cake and tea, nods and nods. Wearing her disguise, she lies While chemicals scramble signals, sparks refuse synaptic gaps, the machine malfunctions, cables snap, she swallows [...]
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