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Dec 16, 2012 23:59

Wu Yifan dies as he lives, quietly and invisibly, a footnote in the obituary and forgotten in history, survived by his mother and leaving behind no grieving spouse or children.

"It doesn't have to be this way, you know."

The room is some ten by ten meters in area, palely lit and bare of furnishing. There are no doors to speak of, no windows. No lights. No ceilings, no floors, no walls.

He stands in the middle of it all, bare of all that defines him, the very likeness of the thirty-something year old man he had been before he died. He holds his back straight, chin jutted out, shoulders broad and erect. His jawline is well defined, eyebrows strong and furrowed as they eke out the question in his wearied face.

"Am I dead?" he asks.

A reasonable question.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I hadn't realised you'd heard me. I mean, that's a reasonable question. A resaonable assumption."

The man frowns, and the room echoes with a chuckle.

"But the short answer is, yes, you are. But like I said - it doesn't have to be this way, you know? Or, should I say, it doesn't have to end this way?"

"But yes, you are dead. Quite dead."

inanity, fic, kris

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