The resurrection was giving me a big headache. I had already memorized everything there was to know about my subject, but that's only the beginning of the process. To integrate the personality gestalt and bring him back to life, I would have to trick myself into believing I was him for the duration of the assigned mission. That's my job, and I'm usually very good at it. Actually, I'm the best.
But this one was killing me.
My monitoring tech shook her head and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's not going to work, Joe. Let him go."
I was about to protest that that wasn't my name, when it dawned on me that I had been resurrected to attempt a difficult resurrection. I tried to hold to the delusion that I was me, that I was alive, but in the end he couldn't, and that's how the experiment ended. We'll have to try again.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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You used the word "gestalt" I don't know whether to hug you or hurt you-
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