The Persistence of Vision

I had thought Chicago was inevitable, like diarrhea.

She assigned task forces to look into solutions of each aspect of their project: law, science, social planning, design, buying, logistics, construction.

I decided to use my freedom from the time clock to see the world. I had ideas of stowing away to Japan. I was forty-seven years old and might not get another chance to be irresponsible.

Murder was not suspected that time. The bank, upon hearing of my-no, her-death, started a clone from the tissue sample I had left with my recording. Six lunations later, a copy of me was infused with my memories and told that she had just died. She had been shaken, but seemed to be adjusting well when she, too, was killed.

Good luck to you both. Please take care of each other, you mean a lot to me. And don’t forget to write.