The Distant Summer

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July 14, 2024 The sound was not an explosion, but a wet, tearing crunch, like a melon being struck by a heavy hammer in a quiet room. I was standing three meters from the test bench when the memory lattice failed, the air in the sub-basement instantly thickening with the sharp, metallic scent of ozone and burnt neural pathways. My sister, Clara, had been strapped into the haptic chair, her eyes...

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