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Genosha. Probably Genosha. In a Cold, Dark Room. Thursday. Probably Thursday. Maybe still Wednesday.
My parents were never real.
The red had almost completely gone away, now. Evan was left sitting on the floor in a room that would have been sterile white, if it was clean.
Simulations-- Computer programs.
It wasn't clean. There was still red.
Too much of it.
( Cut for more torture. Because trauma, that's why. )