He emptied the vial into his mouth, his features transformed into a familiar face. And then another. One by one. People she knew well over the years, loved dearly.
‘We’re programmed to love a certain kind of person. That’s absolute.
Names? faces? Those are random.’
He walked out of the door, from her life.
the branch of science concerned with the nature and properties of matter and energy.
‘I’m Myra,’ she smiled at him flirtatiously.
The pink turtle-neck she wore turned ginormous, sinewy muscles visible through the arms.
‘What the …??’ he gasped.
‘Come home honey. Stop pretending.’
They found a pair of high-heels with untraceable DNA.
And the mortal remains of Paul Fitzgerald.
Camouflage /ˈkaməflɑːʒ/ noun
concealment by some means that alters or obscures the appearance
She sat down at the table for two.
‘When do we start.. the.. umm,’ he stammered.
‘Flawless,’ he thought, holding the baby close as he walked out of the building.
The cryogenic chamber slowly closed shut.
The production line was buzzing with rows of baby-machines hooked to monitors.
No one saw the possessive gleam in her wide-open eyes beneath the glass.
‘Zahra, Hussein, Latika, Jason and sweet little Abigail.’
Hermetic /həːˈmɛtɪk/ adjective
(of a seal or closure) complete and airtight.
Arthur approached the ornate gate, lugging the big black bag.
‘Patience,’ he muttered.
The guard signed the papers.
Wilma poured champagne into tall glasses, ‘Congratulations Arthur darling!’
The guests clapped and cheered.
The wormhole opened once every hundred years.
To receive souls that needed redemption.
Souls of people that are not dead yet.
And Arthur always met his quota.
Singularity /sɪŋɡjʊˈlarɪti/ noun
a hypothetical moment in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change.