What's That On The Horizon?
Imagine that you have wires attached to your every joint and extremity. Imagine that those wires stretch up into the horizon, into the undersides of great gleaming crystal saucers.
Imagine that your every movement is coordinated by controllers you've never seen. You speak and you think, and react to your actions, pretending that you are in charge.
How would you feel as months blossom into decades? Would you be able to love your wire-controlled spouse?
Perhaps with your eyes closed, you might hear it coming:
EARTH: PLANET OF THE PUPPETMEN
Dream? Memory? Wisp construct? Parallel universe? Reality? Virtual reality?
Discover the truth about the Planet of the Puppetmen in my forthcoming novel, "Let's Destroy Investutech." Release date: The future.
Imagine that your every movement is coordinated by controllers you've never seen. You speak and you think, and react to your actions, pretending that you are in charge.
How would you feel as months blossom into decades? Would you be able to love your wire-controlled spouse?
Perhaps with your eyes closed, you might hear it coming:
EARTH: PLANET OF THE PUPPETMEN
Dream? Memory? Wisp construct? Parallel universe? Reality? Virtual reality?
Discover the truth about the Planet of the Puppetmen in my forthcoming novel, "Let's Destroy Investutech." Release date: The future.
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