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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…

He looked up. “They fooled us all, Nolan,” he said.

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