byAlden Buxton’s mind had drifted to inconsequential thoughts, otherwise he would’ve been more alarmed at the way the young woman’s face contorted into a look of abject terror. He watched, distracted, as she nearly toppled to the floor turning from him and, with her arms flapping in an almost comical manner, began running as if she were on fire. It was only after she had disappeared from sight that he suspected something was terribly wrong.
It couldn’t be that, he thought. I feel perfectly fine.
It couldn’t be that, he thought. I feel perfectly fine.He thumbed his cell phone’s camera into selfie-mode and saw that his—or really, anybody’s—worst fear living in 2077 had been realized. The DARS indicator implanted in his forehead was blinking red. A numbing dread pricked at his skin. Whether
