Jamais vu


I used to write on Ficly.

"What does 'MEMENTO Undelete 256 City Park East' mean?" I asked Acrylic, holding the paper in front of him.

He rocked in his chair. My heart broke to see him tied to it, but we couldn't risk him panicking or breaking free before we restored his memory. "How am I supposed to—" he protested. Then his eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth a few times, saying nothing. "That's…that's my handwriting," he whispered, "but I didn't write it."

"This was in your lab," I affirmed.

He was silent for a moment. "I don't…" he began. "I don't know." He shook his head, then dipped it. "The noise…I can't shut off the noise. These implants…"

I stood up and sighed. I had forgotten to turn off the translator, and in the back of my mind I could hear that voice repeating everything I heard in French. I figured it couldn't be nearly as bad as what Acrylic was going through.

Rudy said Fetus had the key, I thought. But where would she hide it?

My gaze fell on her arm plugs, the ones I removed.

The right size for a key.

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The alley wasn't completely dark behind the Chinese Restaurant where a brick wall faced me. Rudy.



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