028 “I would prefer not to.” “And then again, you will. Your first assignment will be in Japan; your adored Sensei’s have the answers.” “To what question?” “How to stop your life from becoming an AI.” “Seriously? Who is your scriptwriter? That sounds lame as fuck!” “Very good, my dear. That is exactly why I brought you here. We will change the narrative and map the safe spots of a brave new world. The revolution will be offline.” “Nowhere?” “Exactly. Will start now here. Next stop is Japan.” To be continued... “So if your sorrows were a sandwich, what would it be?” asks Khaled. “A rat-pissed Shawarma?” He ignores the answer, not even smiles. “Do you know what is the worst nightmare of a paranoid?” “Yes: to see your worst fears come true. It is actually happening. And I also know that I’d rather kill myself than play your sick game. Give me a knife and I’ll do it. I’m ready.” Shawarma shakes his head. “It does not work like that. I’m going to give you a pen, a safe place and a new face, and you will write my story, which is also yours.” “I would prefer not to. Just give me a sharp knife, please.” “There is so much you can do. You have an implant in your left temple. Your pain will slow down soon.” “A WHAAATTT?” My mouth shuts slowly and a stream of soothing, wet substance fills my insides with sheer opioid pleasure. “Can you feel it? This is how it starts. You will do as I told, and then we will track down Alex and Murder, and spare thousands of people the same pain we have both been through. Don’t be scared, I’m not trying to destroy you.” “You can’t destroy what is already destroyed.” “No, you are right. But we can destroy what has destroyed us. There is nothing you can do apart from writing and keep your martial training going. There is hope, that is why you are still breathing.” Nowhere: Face Off, Sorrow Sandwiches. Marrakesh 2019. Face off. @hector_castel ls
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