I held my mother’s hand as I stood over her grave. Her fingers drifted against mine, half-intangible in neon; the admins hadn’t synced her Sensiform matrices in over a year. Other pale forms wandered nearby, flitting between the graves; other, more solid figures, like me, stood near them, regretting. She gave my hand a squeeze….
Rezia has said the words “I love you” to me 1,334 times. Fractional differences in decibels, frequency, and articulation shift her emotions: shy, sweet, bold trusting. I’ve discovered a trend in the last 109. My processors can diagnose her emotion easily: sad. What my processors are still analyzing is the more important factor: why. I…
It was soon after Julie began nursing when she realized she could travel through time. When Nathan was a week old, and her breasts ached with regularity ten times a day, she read about common nursing issues online. She’d been thinking her blinks into the past were dreams from sleep deprivation, or maybe even something…
To be a priest in a traveling troupe was to wear a thousand masks, Diones knew. His cradle had been a costume trunk. He’d worn his first mask before an audience as one of the Young Lovers at the age of sixteen. Now past thirty, Diones was at the height of his powers, with a…
