T.I.L.N.

by H. Tsory

Phases of life slide into one another.  To gain insight into your family, look at yourself.  You bear the stamp of the Gene Stampede.  Genetic herds.  Accelerated diversification of form.

Your blood has been drawn, you may not have noticed.  All that’s needed is a tiny drop, or maybe a stray hair, and you are forever archived.

Code ends dipped in solution, existence filed away.

How hot is the fire you play with?  To what degree will it burn.

Extracted biostats are linked to footage of you stored at data central.  Every movement has been recorded, as no space, not a square centimeter of real estate, has been left untouched by camera.  Your actions are forever available and accessible for as long as the Trans-time IntraLife Network (TILN) exists. What do you have to fear?

Like me you could try hiding in your imagination, even there you’ll eventually be found.

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