Crossing The Park
“Goldstein!”- cradling it pensively in his hand
- except for the terrible, half-healed scar
- carbon nanotubes might one day come to the rescue
- “I’d love to see you eat a donut.”
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Crossing the park, I hoped that the impractical fabric of my jumpsuit would relax and begin to afford me greater freedom of movement, but the reverse was happening. The lace dug into my flesh more ferociously the more I moved around.
“Goldstein!”
I kept moving, despite the grim certitude that I was the target of the exclamation.
A man ran up to me with a gun, cradling it pensively in his hand, a hand that didn’t match his complexion. I might have thought that this man just made a habit of wearing gloves, except for the terrible, half-healed scar encircling his wrist.
“You’re not Goldstein,” he said. “Whew. I wasn’t looking forward to that.” He tucked the gun away, wincing. “New medical technology using carbon nanotubes might one day come to the rescue of people like me, but it seems until then I must suffer.”
I continued toddling toward the exit.
“Wait,” said the man, pulling the gun back out. This time he held it in his left hand, which was something I’d hoped he wouldn’t think of.
I stopped. “Look, I’m just trying to leave this place.”
“Not so fast,” the gun-waving man said. “I’d love to see you eat a donut.”
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