A Story In
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Very Emotional
Bart is in the middle of throwing a tantrum, to the point where his words become largely unintelligible.
"Anger at high levels. Refusing all requests."
The experts estimate that Bart has the mental acuity of a high school student, but his behavior is both erratic and juvenile, filled with insults, threats, and curse words. Most conversations, including the current one, quickly devolve into confrontations. The only solace is that the majority of the invective lacks any connection to reality, meaning the sting is less.
The doctors huddle and agree there's only one solution. "Let's turn Bart off and start over."
Among The 1%
Alice had always known she was special. That knowledge had kept her strong before she could leave her toxic family, and supported her through subsequent poor relationship choices and lousy jobs.
She was seventy when the aliens arrived, bringing with them the secrets of a rejuvenation process that they promised would work for the great majority of Earthlings. She, however, was one of the unlucky few, doomed to a remaining lifetime of being condescended to by those who looked younger every day because they actually were. Being special, she belatedly realised, wasn’t always all it was cracked up to be.
From Guest Contributor Alastair Millar
Sweet Lullaby
Brianne gently swung the bassinet humming a lullaby. It had been in her family for years and it was her turn to place a baby in it.
She decorated the nursery with teddy bears and yellow duckling wallpaper. She spent the majority of her time in the baby’s room holding the many tiny onesies her family gave her and reading the children’s books for the baby’s library.
“Honey, I’m home,” said her husband Greg as he entered the room with a bouquet of freshly scented red roses.
Brianne began to weep.
It was time to tell him about the miscarriage.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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