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    A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. — Ernest Hemmingway

     

    Martin didn't remember exactly when he first saw the little gray cat.

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    Sasha remembers being unmade.
    Tim remembers being Unknown.
    Jon and Martin remember being unwound.
    All of them think they're the only one.
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    The S1 crew wakes up in the past with memories up till the moment they died.

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    18 Jun 2025

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    Jonathan Sims listens to a tape and makes a choice.

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    11 May 2025

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    “It’s a preexisting condition,” Jon explains, sipping more bitter tea. “I sort of got—hm. You know Spiderman?”

    Tim raises an eyebrow.

    “Heard of him, yeah.”

    Jon nods, studying his tea.

    “It’s sort of like that,” he says. “A spider killed and ate me when I was a child, and now I can’t stay dead.” 

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    Resurrection isn't all it's cracked up to be.

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    'Something crashes into the fence at the bottom of the garden, making the hanging baskets of dried-up flowers that Jon hasn't had the presence of mind to remove sway against the wood. He thumbs the tape recorder off and shoves it into the pocket of his jacket, finding his feet on the patio. The penknife feels pitifully miniscule in his fingers, so he exchanges it for the pipe.

    More banging, and one of the fence panels starts to buckle, the wood splintering in sharp snaps.

    'Hello?' Jon calls out, finding his tone strangely polite even now, devoid of either the fear or the righteous anger he feels. 'Are you-?'

    Alive? A person?'

     

    Or, the one with all the zombies.

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    08 Mar 2025