Re: The Information Paradox
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2020 3:44 am
I fucked up.
They were coming. He hadn’t killed them—of course he hadn’t: he hadn’t even been aiming at them! He had closed his eyes! He hadn’t been aiming at all!
I’m going to die.
Blaise was moving—no, fuck.
Blaise was aiming.
“Oh shi--!”
Fear and doubt, answered with—you guessed it.
The answer whizzed above him, a foot away from hitting him square in the snapback.
He was no longer still. His hands were trembling, yes—but his legs were shaking as well. And his eyes were welling up with tears. He felt his instincts kick in: fight or flight. His were normally firmly set on flight. This time was more of the same. It was only kind of different.
Yeah, he still ran.
But not away—towards.
The duffel bag slammed against his side as he ran. The BR-18 was held with both hands like a football…
And when he met with an opposition he could run over? He was going to do exactly just that.
They were coming. He hadn’t killed them—of course he hadn’t: he hadn’t even been aiming at them! He had closed his eyes! He hadn’t been aiming at all!
I’m going to die.
Blaise was moving—no, fuck.
Blaise was aiming.
“Oh shi--!”
Fear and doubt, answered with—you guessed it.
The answer whizzed above him, a foot away from hitting him square in the snapback.
He was no longer still. His hands were trembling, yes—but his legs were shaking as well. And his eyes were welling up with tears. He felt his instincts kick in: fight or flight. His were normally firmly set on flight. This time was more of the same. It was only kind of different.
Yeah, he still ran.
But not away—towards.
The duffel bag slammed against his side as he ran. The BR-18 was held with both hands like a football…
And when he met with an opposition he could run over? He was going to do exactly just that.