Nirfu
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I know this is kind a double post, but I think the Syntropia story that have started in the latest Über mag is so great that you who like SF stories in the Entropia world really should check it out.
Small draft:
It’s that same damn dream again; her shadowed face stares out at me. Large, wide black eyes and full, sensuous lips; someone known to me, but her name is long forgotten. She’s someone from before my re-spawn I think, but from where exactly and when I do not know.
Gene regeneration, or “re-spawn” they call it, wipes everything clean, your thoughts, your memories anything you’ve ever learned, all gone. If you ask anyone “official” they show you a copy of a contract signed by your “former” self. Upon your demise your genetic code is used to spawn another person, another “you”, but it’s not you at all, it doesn’t look like you or think like you and it doesn’t remember anything from before, it’s not supposed to remember anything; at least that’s the official line.
She looks out at me and smiles a familiar, warm smile. She’s a young beautiful woman, younger than me I think. Is she a family member, a loved one, a lover, or a former friend, I can’t remember who she is, I can’t remember her name. Behind her I look .......
More in the magazine.
Small draft:
It’s that same damn dream again; her shadowed face stares out at me. Large, wide black eyes and full, sensuous lips; someone known to me, but her name is long forgotten. She’s someone from before my re-spawn I think, but from where exactly and when I do not know.
Gene regeneration, or “re-spawn” they call it, wipes everything clean, your thoughts, your memories anything you’ve ever learned, all gone. If you ask anyone “official” they show you a copy of a contract signed by your “former” self. Upon your demise your genetic code is used to spawn another person, another “you”, but it’s not you at all, it doesn’t look like you or think like you and it doesn’t remember anything from before, it’s not supposed to remember anything; at least that’s the official line.
She looks out at me and smiles a familiar, warm smile. She’s a young beautiful woman, younger than me I think. Is she a family member, a loved one, a lover, or a former friend, I can’t remember who she is, I can’t remember her name. Behind her I look .......
More in the magazine.