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Amour Amour Amour Amour (From the Desk of Col. Garrett Ross #2)

Inheritance (From the Desk of Col. Garrett Ross #3)

Just A Phase (From the Desk of Col. Garrett Ross #4)

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Medicate (From the Desk of Col. Garrett Ross #6)

The Elf and The Ogre (From the Desk of Col. Garrett Ross #7)


Three Simple Rules

My name is Mark, and I’m chained to a post in the middle of the desert when she finally pulls her face off. I know most folk are thinking of a mask when I say face, as if she were hiding behind a façade and suddenly I’m seeing the real her, and yeah, that’s part of it. I was definitely a gullible enough fool when I believed I was with the real Ria. But I’m being literal also.

She reaches up under her chin and peels it straight off, from the bottom up. Little popping sounds drift through the night air as it comes, as though her skin were buttoned on somehow. A thick, viscous fluid drips down in a few places, slightly yellow. Her hair doesn’t come with it, which I find most disconcerting: when you find out your partner in this whole mess was really a robot in disguise, she’s not supposed to have real hair attached to a flesh-and-blood scalp.

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