She was done. She’d done her job. They’d be fine without her. The days went by, formless and shapeless and made out of jelly. Sometimes they were fast and sometimes they were slow. There was nothing to organize her. The borders of the world became blurry. She remembered a term she learned in a linguistics class for the way a word stops making sense if you stare at it for too long: semantic evacuation. That was what it felt like for Jenny. The world no longer had coherence. It was just a group of modules, diffuse components that dissolved into each other before you could even understand what
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