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The Social Subtraction of Dr. Samir KhalilThe first subtraction occurred on a Tuesday in September of 2004, though I would not catalogue it until much later. I was in Chicago, in my firm's office on Wacker Drive, modeling the cantilever for a library extension in Oak Park, when my brother called. Samir rarely called during business hours. He was a tenured professor of comparative literature at Indiana University — Bloomington, Indiana,...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Campaign for Honest SteelLayer One: The National Campaign Arthur Nash stood at the head of the Partners' Conference Room on the thirty-fourth floor of the Whitcomb Building on Madison Avenue and presented the largest advertising campaign of 1954. The client was Carnegie-American Steel, known to everyone who read a newspaper as "the backbone of the American century," known to everyone who read a balance sheet as the...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Mirror of the MindThe island of St. Jude’s was a place where the wind never stopped screaming and the sea was a churning cauldron of slate-grey water. In the center of the island sat the Sanatorium, a Victorian monolith of salt-corroded brick and iron bars, designed to house the "broken"—those whose minds had drifted too far from the shores of consensus reality. Dr. Aris was the lead psychiatrist at St. Jude’s....0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Collective LightJames Whitfield had spent nine hundred years in space, though only fifteen years had passed aboard the New Eden. Time did strange things at near-light speeds, and the return journey had been the longest of his life—not because of the distance, but because of what he had left behind. When the New Eden dropped out of warp and entered Earth orbit, James expected ruins. The Great Cough had killed...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The fluorescent light in the second-hand store buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Mary Ellen...The fluorescent light in the second-hand store buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Mary Ellen watched it from behind the counter, counting change she would not spend. The bell above the door chimed. A man walked in, shaking rain from a coat that had seen better decades. He was maybe forty, maybe fifty. Hard to tell in Ohio, where everyone aged at the same rate, like fruit in a shared...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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What the Deep Water Left BehindThe subway car smelled like wet wool and regret, which in New York was basically the same thing. Eddie O'Brien sat on the plastic seat with his back against the door and watched the tunnel lights flash past in a rhythm that had been the heartbeat of this city since before he was born and would probably continue long after he was gone. He had been a cop for twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight years...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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Sample-V08: The Glass CeilingIn the vertical jungle of Manhattan, power is the only currency that doesn't depreciate. Adrian was a rising star at Sterling & Associates, a lawyer who could find a loophole in a stone wall. He was a predator in a three-piece suit, driven by a hunger for the top floor that left no room for empathy. He saved Sofia during a chaotic night in a rain-drenched alley behind a luxury hotel. She had...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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Neural Tides: A Mutation in the Submerged CityI The water rose in 2061. That was not the death. Death had been happening for centuries. The water was the continuation of something that had started with charts and treaties and the slow arrogant conviction that geography was a suggestion rather than a sentence. The sea came to London in stages. First Westminster flooded during the spring tide of 2034. Then the Underground became a drainage...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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THE THREE VERSIONS OF ISABELThe rain in Alaska does not wash things clean. It only makes the permafrost slicker, turns the tundra into a sponge that holds everything it touches and refuses to let go. I stood on the observation deck of the climate research station outside Fairbanks and watched the aurora borealis paint the sky in greens and purples, the colors shifting like the data on the monitors behind me, each reading...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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Variant 05: The Hive of the AppalachiansDeep in the fog-choked valleys of the Appalachian Mountains, there existed a concrete secret known as the Cognitive Development Laboratory. To the outside world, it was a veterans' rehabilitation center, a place of recovery and quietude. To those inside, it was a factory where the raw material was the human mind and the product was the annihilation of the self. Jack Morrison had been the CIA's...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The American DreamerThe jazz played from a radio in the corner of the room, a saxophone weeping through the static like a lover calling from across a crowded room. Thomas Wright sat on the edge of a bed that cost more than his father had earned in a lifetime, and he listened to the music with eyes that had seen too much and understood too little. He had been a chef for twenty-four years, a chef at a small...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The Glass CeilingThe office of Sterling & Cross was a cathedral of glass and chrome, designed to make the humans inside feel small and the capital they managed feel infinite. Elena sat at her desk on the 54th floor, the city of New York sprawling below her like a circuit board of ambition and greed. She was the most brilliant analyst in the firm, a woman who could spot a market anomaly in a thousand pages of...0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views 0 Reviews
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