THE LIBRARIAN, by Sharon L. Cullars“Will it hurt much?” the woman standing before Aja asked. Approximately twenty-five, five foot seven, nine stones more or less from the look of her, the applicant ostensibly would be an easy transfer.
“You’ll be asleep during the whole process, so you shouldn’t register any discomfort,” Aja assured her. “Monitors will measure your brain waves during the transfer and we’ll be able to track for any anomalies so we can do any necessary corrections if needed.”
“Corrections?” the woman asked nervously. She raised a forefinger to her parched lips, nibbled at a black-painted nail with crooked teeth.
“Nothing to worry about, Ms.…” Aja paused, looked down at the application lying on the table before her. “Ms. Calendar. Just know that hundreds have gone through
