From Microcosms.



Jenny’s memories were loud and colourful. Present-day New York City was enveloped in a dark cloud of smog.

“This place is a dump,” Mark345 said.

“Humans are long gone. Why is it still polluted?” Jenny said.

“Beats me, princess.”

Something snarled in the shadows.

“Run!” Mark345 screamed.

A monster made of garbage devoured Mark345’s head.

Jenny didn’t waste time crying; Mark345’s death meant Mark346’s awakening. She wouldn’t have to miss him.

But she didn’t want to die.

She didn’t know if the clones were really her or just her memories.

I don’t want to…oh God, no!

The seal broke on Jenny135.

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