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skonen_bladesDream Dog came to me leaving flowers in his footprints. Tall and gentle.
In life, he had been a slouching giant trying not to be noticed. The man nearly succeeded at being background regardless of his size. A brunette scarecrow with straight hair and bad posture.
He came into the floodlight of the half-state I generated in the lab for a recordable conversation.
He was one of the first agents inserted into the world’s group conciousness. His body out here in the real world had died but our instruments still registered his brain waves, even after the sensors had been removed from his cooling body.
Of all the students we tested for the initial experiment, it had been Dream Dog’s alpha waves that were the strongest. I guess that’s how he eventually ended up with his nickname. In real life at the university, his name had been David. For a while, because of the strength of his alpha waves, we’d called him Alpha Male but that really didn’t suit his soft-spoken behaviour.
I remember his big feet hanging off of the end of the bed being exposed when we tried to pull the too-small sheet over his face.
When he made contact with us two weeks after his death, we started calling him Dream Dog.
We’d put six terminal cancer patients with similar alpha-wave intensity into the consciousness with him over the last year.
They police the world of the world’s dreams like super heroes under our control.
They’ve made it clear that they can’t or don’t want any more people added to their number. They’ve told us that there are rules that we wouldn’t understand about numbers in the dreaming. Attempts to add more minds have met with failure so we’ve taken their word for it.
Together, they cause nightmares, hand out love, expose truths, do reconnaissance, change minds, and cause heads of state to second-guess their decisions. Each of them has a specialty.
We already held the financial and moral reins of the world. Now we had their dreams as well.
Dream Dog came to me leaving flowers in his footprints. I took a deep breath.
I needed to tell him that I had terminal cancer as well and wanted to join the group. I was prepared to beg.
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In life, he had been a slouching giant trying not to be noticed. The man nearly succeeded at being background regardless of his size. A brunette scarecrow with straight hair and bad posture.
He came into the floodlight of the half-state I generated in the lab for a recordable conversation.
He was one of the first agents inserted into the world’s group conciousness. His body out here in the real world had died but our instruments still registered his brain waves, even after the sensors had been removed from his cooling body.
Of all the students we tested for the initial experiment, it had been Dream Dog’s alpha waves that were the strongest. I guess that’s how he eventually ended up with his nickname. In real life at the university, his name had been David. For a while, because of the strength of his alpha waves, we’d called him Alpha Male but that really didn’t suit his soft-spoken behaviour.
I remember his big feet hanging off of the end of the bed being exposed when we tried to pull the too-small sheet over his face.
When he made contact with us two weeks after his death, we started calling him Dream Dog.
We’d put six terminal cancer patients with similar alpha-wave intensity into the consciousness with him over the last year.
They police the world of the world’s dreams like super heroes under our control.
They’ve made it clear that they can’t or don’t want any more people added to their number. They’ve told us that there are rules that we wouldn’t understand about numbers in the dreaming. Attempts to add more minds have met with failure so we’ve taken their word for it.
Together, they cause nightmares, hand out love, expose truths, do reconnaissance, change minds, and cause heads of state to second-guess their decisions. Each of them has a specialty.
We already held the financial and moral reins of the world. Now we had their dreams as well.
Dream Dog came to me leaving flowers in his footprints. I took a deep breath.
I needed to tell him that I had terminal cancer as well and wanted to join the group. I was prepared to beg.
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