aurek-san

Scientists have been pondering the methods by which a human being could be teleported, and one of their solutions has both fascinated and disturbed me. The idea is to atomize the subject, beam assembly information to a new location, and have another device instantly recreate the person using atoms found on site. The idea would revolutionize modern life and forever alter the meaning of distance. I have only one question: once I've been atomized, beamed over thousands of miles, and then instantly reconstructed, who will the scientists find when they open the chamber? Will my consciousness have been transferred, uninterrupted? Will I wake

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SUICIDE! ...screamed the leaf as it fell from the tree and the crowd gathers around the crushed hood of my car my eyes ascend to the thirty sixth floor where a window is broken

His eyelids sagged, his narrow shoulders slumped, his graying hair bristled. Slender veins swelled around his swollen pupils, splayed like tiny roots. It was 3 am, he was alone on the subway platform, aware of the buzzing of fluorescent lights, and of a long, slow screech echoing in the depths. His eyes were fixed upon the electric middle rail: in ten minutes his train would arrive, filled with drunken, lonely shapes, and he'd take his seat. The floor would shudder, then the lights of the station would slip away. After twelve minutes his stop would drift luminously into view. The doors would scrape open, he'd step out onto the platform, clim

Hello bored person, I hope you realize how badly you're behaving right now; let's see: you're invading my privacy, you're wasting my time, you're taking up space, and with every breath you're pumping CO2 into the atmosphere. Does this make you happy? Do you get some sick pleasure from what you're doing? I bet you eat babies. I'd be willing to bet you eat babies. You've got that "I devour yummy babies with ketchup" smirk on your face. Jeez, you make me sick. You know what? since you're reading this, you get to learn some basic common sense: First order of business: the environment. Since I don't want an enormous glacier in my backyard I'd adv

   when I evaporate off the highway bathed in haze and blowing sunflowers   green bottles lazing behind the tall hospital an immense shade gusting from its windows   wisps of paper huddled against a chain fence warm rust disintegrating    why we once tried to peer beyond "The Wall" I'll never know