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    41 – The Colour Spectrum

    There were a lot of questions that an agent had to ask over the course of their life that a human didn’t have to.   Most of those questions had answers in protocol or precedent.   All of that aside, Ryan wasn’t sure what level of celebration was appropriate for a birthday when the guest of honour could best be described as “dead”.   It apparently didn’t give Merlin the same level of quandary as he had spent most of the morning decorating the lab. A hand-drawn birthday card sat on the rolling drawers beside Stef’s bed, and a banner along the wall had joined it.   Whatever he did,…

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    40 – The End of an Empty Life

    Time came, time went, and she couldn’t get out of bed.   Indigo. One more memory to go.   And there was an inevitability about what Violet was going to show her – how her worthless little life had ended.   And she hadn’t been that different in the last memory.   Part of it was the certainty that ran beneath the amnesia – facts that were just…solid, despite the holes in her Swiss-Cheese-Sam-Beckett memory. Attempting to take her life hadn’t been that long ago, compared to when she’d died.   There’d been so many…strains of nothing that had woven into that moment. Not reasons for, but more like…reasons against…

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    39 – Last Tether

    For the longest time, the couch and her ghostly self had been waiting. A video on pause, waiting for the brainpower, emotional energy, or whatever to be activated.   And for whatever stars were aligned, she finally felt ready.   Stef slowly slid along the couch until she sat just above the paused memory. Then with a deep breath in, she shuffled off the couch, falling directly into her own translucent shadow.   And as soon her bum hit the smooth surface of her world-   Her eyes.   Not her eyes.   The past-the present-the-   In a way, she wished it had been dramatic. That she’d cried and…

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    35 – Waiting for Indigo

    Blue had joined the chorus of colours in the sky.   Stef nibbled on a doughnut, watching the auroras and nebula-like clouds drift into new configurations and shapes that – probably – weren’t always a result of that thing where you saw faces that weren’t there.   The central memory that had fallen into place, the snowflake that had caused the avalanche was somehow much more straightforward than some of the other segments of the rainbow.   But…it made sense in its way. If this was her life flashing before her eyes, then her first real moment of freedom was surely one of the pillars the rest of the short…

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    32 – First Dance

    Most people were woefully unaware of how many minds they had real estate in.   Most people understood that parts of them lived in the hearts of their families, friends and partners. They would know that co-workers and acquaintances thought of them but probably didn’t think of it much further than that.   Celebrities and public figures of note had to recognise their presence in the minds of people they would never meet.   But the same was true for every person who didn’t live strictly as a lonely hermit in the deep forest.   To a dozen dozen people, you were nothing more than a flash of clothing that…

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    31 – A Dance, A Diary

    Every interaction with a person was a tiny snapshot of their whole. Sometimes, one moment could express everything about that person – a moment of courage or cowardice, charity or callousness.   The rest of the time, it took a lifetime to build up a picture of a person, and even then, they could surprise you.   Ryan tried to adjust his face so that he wasn’t staring so dumbfounded at the newest aspect, resplendent in shades of green.   The more he learnt about Stef, the more he realised he didn’t know.   He had always known, logically, that he had a very incomplete picture. That despite the almost…

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    29 – Corner Pieces

    Stef opened her eyes.   Like so many times before, she was lying, curled on the smooth ground, back at what she was thinking of as her “spawn point”.   As she sat up, she looked for the mirror and the conspiracy board – both of which were still in place. This was good, it meant that some permanent changes were possible. That progress wouldn’t be lost every time she slept.   ‘ROYGBIV.’   She looked down, half-expecting the word to have manifested in front of her, or to have dropped to the ground, made of wooden blocks.   She’d said it, and for a reason, but now she had…

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    28 – Everything Changes

    Some agents felt very attached to a certain time frame. Often, but not always, it was the time associated with breaking past that unofficial “newborn” phase, of the moments when they truly became themselves.   It was, in its way, very human.   Others simply became invested in hobbies to the point where they became a defining part of that agent’s personality, and they would quietly gripe as their treasured pastime fell out of favour, and would crow in victory once they once again cycled back into the public zeitgeist.   Ryan had never found himself experiencing nostalgia for any particular slice of time.   The possibilities of tomorrow, of…

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    27 – I Don’t Think, Therefore-

    Sometimes, it was like a hundred thousand years passed in an instant. That she could see the rise, change and fall of some species so minor no fossil had ever been found.   Other times, a single second seemed to encompass eternity.   Whatever this was, it was like a dream. You were only aware of time when you thought about it. The rest of the time-not-time-maybe-time, it just did whatever it wanted – people making faces when your back was turned. Peers creeping up during a game of statues. Background processes you didn’t know about.   And sometimes, she felt like the background process.   Ever since there had…

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    26 – The Greater Good

    She wasn’t sure she’d ever expected to be a mother.   Andrea slowly sipped her coffee, pecked at a couple of keys, starting the next round of scans, then dutifully began to sort through the latest crop of crayon drawings.   Agents who became parents tended to be a lot older than she was, for a start – early 30s was a perfectly normal age for a human to have a family. However, for agents, it was still very much on the “Newborn” side of life.   There were exceptions, of course – some agents came to their emotional maturity – or at least their emotional selves – fairly early…