Technoid: ProphecyWas Owen acting differently lately?
It was a month after the school year had kicked off, the initial rush and feeling of unspoiled freshness – now combined with Ada’s excitement to start P-FOST – given enough time to begin dying down. In its place the at-times contemptible familiar was settling in (already she despaired of English and History essays), the passage of time transitioning from days divided by empty afternoons and slothful weekends into a blur of school, homework, sleep and whatever Ada could accomplish in her off hours.
And as time lost definition it, paradoxically, moved slower, everything falling into routine. But in the wake of that Ada started to notice something about Owen was off. It was subtle, and she hadn’t realized it was there until recently, but once she noticed it she began looking for it, waiting for it turn up to confirm it wasn’t just her imagination.
Like right now, at the pizza parlor. They’d come there too many afterno
|Son of French man and Amsterdam woman I was used in Area 51 experiments about ESP. I was able to utilize space alien technology and now live in North Korea where I hope to find a sultry Ethiopian wife to fatten into a blob of immobile sexiness.|