Mickey7 (Mickey7, #1)

by Edward Ashton

I couldn’t think of a single way the universe would be different if I stepped off of my balcony one morning.

What difference does it make if he replaces every component one by one, or if he replaces them all at once?”

I wasn’t tired, exactly—more like stretched out and worn thin, and not quite connected to reality anymore.

I knew what was going to happen, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. There’s a certain peace that comes with that.

I know it’s a cliché, but I don’t care. This is the first day of the rest of my life.