Flash Fiction: Do Cyborgs Dream of Death and Roses
Do Cyborgs Dream of Death and Roses by N. C. Krueger When I entered the cell, the prisoner was asleep. It’s a quirk of my wiring that sleeping humans do not seem alive to me. I wish he hadn’t woken up. It would have made it easier. The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Do Cyborgs Dream of Death and Roses
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