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Vestigial Surreality: 42: Fever Visitations
Vestigial Surreality: 42: Fever Visitations
Vestigial Surreality: 42: Fever Visitations
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Episode 42: Fever Visitations. Jack and Stacey meet between the worlds, but are rudely interrupted by Puppet Master Punchinello.

From Plato's Cave to The Matrix, philosophers and scientists and dreamers have questioned the very nature of reality. Scientists today are actually running multi-million dollar experiments to discover hints on whether or not we are living in a computer simulation. To date, the program obfuscates the results, every time.

Are we living in a computer simulation?

The world may not be exactly what it seems. There is no body. Data is data.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateSep 25, 2016
ISBN9781365421099
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    Vestigial Surreality - Douglas Christian Larsen

    Vestigial Surreality: 42: Fever Visitations

    Vestigial Surreality: 42

    Fever Visitations

    The Sunday SciFi Fantasy Serial

    by Douglas Christian Larsen

    ISBN:

    978-1-365-42109-9

    © Douglas Christian Larsen 2016

    From somewhere far away flowed the music of a scream, long and distended, echoing, at first sounding like the howling of a dog, but then the wail opened up, and could only be produced by a mouth fully open, fully wide, with the tongue withdrawn in pain—definitely human, and while first the scream of a man or a woman sounds the same, this, toward the end, became the certain scream of horror and pain, produced by a man. The scream descended, the tone sinking lower and lower, into the bass range. And then it was over, the scream cut off. The squatting man cocked his head, listening. He expected the scream to pick up again, because it seemed as if the scream had been going on forever. This place, this dark place, seemed somehow empty without that terrible scream.

    Really nice place you have here, Jack, Stacey said to the shape huddled in the corner of the cage. He did not know how he had come here, or where they were, but he understood, almost immediately, that he and Jack were together. This must be a dream, he thought. But then again, he knew this was not a dream, not exactly, because he had been here, and often. This was a real place, not something just happening in his mind.

    Is that you, Stacey? the huddled shape in the corner whispered.

    It’s me, Jack. Are you okay? Stacey said, peering, desiring to go to him, the boy he thought of as his son. His limbs would not move. He was stuck in this squatting position, but at least it was not an uncomfortable position, because he could not really feel anything, not temperature, not fatigue, not fear—it was the Dream Place, again, and as only once before, it was the Deep of the Dream Place. This was not just a dream or a nightmare. This was a very real place, and while you might not travel to it in any conventional sense, you were actually here, while your sleeping body was where it physically slept.

    I don’t know, I can’t feel anything, Jack replied after several moments.

    Stacey could tell that the young man was drifting

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