The White Subtraction
(Act I: The Spark) The apartment is a cube of white light and beige plastic. There are no clocks here, only the slow, rhythmic blinking of the wall-mounted terminal. My name is unimportant; I am Resident 402. For six months, the "Subtraction" has been occurring. It started with the peripheral files: the city's archives, the old libraries, the digital maps of the subway. Then, it moved to the...
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