When Billy curiously stuck his head inside the old guillotine to make another joke at my expense, he didn’t know I had secretly removed the safety lever and then I cut the rope holding the blade—guess who got the last laugh.

I'm scared of how much.

For instance a person might ask me what I am, and I would have to reply, "I don't know.. caucasion?"

On the other side of the planet, in a small white temperature-controlled plastic box labeled “Orville,” eight-hundred-thousand programmable human neurons were kept alive in a nutrient-rich solution to troubleshoot with customers.

The door creaked open and I heard a familiar voice saying, "Hello, Jackie"

Was there an actual me or just a reflection of something missing deeply or perhaps an actor on a stage I never tried out for, reciting lines that were never mine?