Blowfish Fugue -007- "The M-F Telegram"

Blowfish Fugue -007- "The M-F Telegram"

20010628.0945 EDT @lanta, GA, USA

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     There are two of me.

* * * * *     I didn't write this. That other me must be quicker on the uptake.
     I am deeply disturbed. The other me has already said everything I can think of to say for now.
     What happened? Was I head-napped? Was I restored from backup on one of the times the emergency service found enough of me lying around to repair? Is this a Taint thing? Is the other copy of me Tainted? Am I Tainted? If so, it must be subtle... and the idea of a subtle Taint is scarier than having my spleen turn into a full-size radioactive rocket-powered narwhal.
     Fuck.

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