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A new story snippet I started 2 years ago…
It was a dark and stormy night when Rick realized he left his brain back at the bar. Well, at least the part that did most of the thinking. He didn’t intentionally leave it sitting in the tray next to his empty beer glass, but as soon as he unplugs it, the little reminders that pop into his thoughts are no longer there.
“Well” thought Rick, “at least the little guy can tell someone who it belongs to.” Rick continue on to the apartment in the rain without a second thought, literally.
Rick climbed the grimy, creaky steps to the door of the second floor apartment and fumbled with his keys. The thin round cylinder with laser cut bar codes slipped easily into the round keyhole by its time worn end. At least this much was hardwired enough that he could still remember where he lived. The door lock quietly chirped, then thumped as the lock opened, and Rick went inside.
The room slowly lit when he entered as the bioluminescent plastic strips on the walls woke up like trapped fireflies. As he walked down the short hall, he noticed the blinking lights of the answering machine.
Not sure where this will end up, but I figured I’d post it. Let me know if you have any ideas.