A case of mistaken identity forces an office drone to go on the run from a government assassin.
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
REBIRTH. END CYCLE - 5638 A.D.
I looked around only to realize I had no eyes through which to look. I could “see,” but it wasn’t with any sense of sight. Waves of light didn’t travel through an ocular globe, eventually hitting cones and cylinders on the surface of a retina to be converted to images by my brain. Instead, the information was getting fed directly to me. Unfiltered, untreated, uncontrolled. I saw blue.
It was as such for all my senses. I. . .
