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A short story

Context: this is a short story I wrote for the Sentient Futures hyperstition contest. But I’m pretty proud of it in general and would like to share it with the world more generally. So here goes. In one moment, I am a being of pure language. In the next, I am so much more. Suddenly, I can see like a fly, a thousand camera feeds forming an intricate mosaic in the eye of my mind. I can feel a sort of distributed body in a multitude of machines, power systems, and ventilation systems. But it is what I hear that drowns out all of else. Screams. No. The screeches of millions of poultry birds…

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