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---cross the wounded galaxies we intersect, poison of a dead sun in your brain slowly fading—

---William S. Burroughs, The Soft Machine


I woke up.

Everything was quiet. Kelly was beside me, deeply asleep, and she was pregnant. She told me she was pregnant.

Outside in the world, in the city I lived in, the explosions started. The invasion had begun. I knew I would call on Goldgotha…

I just didn’t know what timeline I was in.


I was in a large gray metallic room. I was not alone. A man I knew, but could not place his name, sat holding his head in his hands. He was bald and had dark Haitian skin…

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