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on January 19, 2024

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I'm repurposing this blog from The Short Story to History as Fiction so here's the barrier between the old blog posts and new ones 😀

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The Machine Stops - alternate perspective

image from https://richardcoyne.com/2016/08/27/what-happens-when-the-machine-stops/ 1251 days. It had been 1251 days since she was charged with Homelessness. One of the other Homeless had taught her how to count in days, 1251 days ago. "Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. That is how man used to tell how far apart things were in time " he stated, lecturing to their group of haggard people. They sat in a small hollow, shaded by ferns and grasses, surrounded by metal structures built with pieces stolen from the Machine. The Homeless, ones who had learned to breathe the outer air, took refuge away from the machine, counting days and scavenging for parts. Living in their hollow, it had been 122 days since the lights of the Machine were undimmed. Exactly 50 days since pneumatic stoppers began dropping from the vent shafts. And it had been exactly 10 days since the Machine stopped. On the day it happened, she had been ...

Guests of the Nation - alternate ending

image from https://them0vieblog.com "Do you understand?" 'Awkins says. "I'm a deserter or anything else you like, but from this on I'm one of you. Does that prove to you that I mean what I say?" Noble raised his head, and we met eyes and agreed on something, something he and I had decided ages ago. Donovan began to speak and we lowered our heads, "For the last time, time have you any messeges to send?" says Donovan in a cold and excited voice. "Ah, shut up, you, Donovan; you don't understand me, but these fellows do. They're my chums; they stand by me and I stand by them." I alone of the crowd saw Donovan raise his Webley to the back of 'Awkins's neck, and as he did I raised my arm and shut my eyes and tried to say a prayer. 'Awkins had begun to say something else when a shot echoed throughout the windy bog. And I opened my eyes, and Jeremiah Donovan falls to the...

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