Vestigial Surreality: 10

By Douglas Christian Larsen

Episode 10: Apocalypse. Stacey, Jack, Michael, and Joshua strategize over a meal, and then flee a shattering world.

From Plato's Cave to The Matrix, philosophers and scientists and dreamers have questioned the very nature of reality. Scientists today are actually running multi-million dollar experiments to discover hints on whether or not we are living in a computer simulation.

The world may not be exactly what it seems. There is no body. Data is data.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365044113

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Vestigial Surreality: 10

Vestigial Surreality: 10

Apocalypse

The Sunday SciFi Fantasy Serial

by Douglas Christian Larsen

ISBN: 978-1-365-04411-3

© Douglas Christian Larsen 2016

The four sat in the booth at the IHOP closest to the park, Joshua and Michael seated side-by-side across from Jack and Stacey, a very odd grouping of somber humanity that constantly drew the glances of all the denizens of the very busy restaurant. Michael’s eyes were sad and huge behind his round glasses, but Joshua, vastly filling his side of the booth, just barely leaving enough room for Michael to hang at the very edge of the booth, was his usual jolly self, ordering as much food for himself as the rest of the group combined. The table was pushed back away from Joshua, right up near Stacey’s chest, which was a little uncomfortable, as Stacey himself was a large man, and his battered body would have been pressured under the best of circumstances. Jack felt about as sad as Michael looked, but there was no denying the excitement building inside of him, the excitement of a lifetime all concentrated down to a few hours in one day. And Stacey was his usual self, somewhat battered down, sad but sardonic, quiet but friendly, his small nap in the back of the truck reviving him as much as a twenty percent improvement, compared to the guy who fled the alley.

Please Stacey, Michael said, leaning forward, his glasses reflecting waves of light. You have to help me, with this, please.

Stacey nodded and grinned at the little man. There was something so melancholically sweet about Michael, you just wanted to stand before him, shield him, from