These Imperfect Reflections
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What's the price of revolution backed by artificial intelligence? Can you change the past to free ghosts trapped in endless loops? Do fairy tales always end the same way?
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These Imperfect Reflections - Merc Fenn Wolfmoor
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THESE IMPERFECT REFLECTIONS: Short Stories
Copyright © 2022 by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
For individual publication information on each story, see the back of the book.
ISBN: 978-1-949936-32-2 (ebook)
ISBN: 978-1-949936-33-9 (print)
Cover & interior ebook design by Bog Wolf Cover Designs
Edited by Lore Graham
ABOUT THIS BOOK
In the ebook edition of These Imperfect Reflections, individual story content notes are included as an endnote function; if you wish to see the notes, click on the icon at the beginning of the story. All content notes can be accessed at the back of the ebook as well.
As the author, I regret I cannot account for every potential trigger warning or content note for every reader, as each of us is different and unique and so are our access needs. If you would like to know of any additional, specific content notes or warnings, please feel free to tag me on Twitter @Merc_Wolfmoor or email me at merc@mercfennwolfmoor.com and I will be happy to address your questions as soon as I can. I would like this collection to be accessible to a wide readership, but I also know this is not always possible.
Take care of yourself first. Your well being matters far more to me than whether or not you read this book. <3
CONENT NOTES:
Ableism, acephobia, bodily injury, cruelty to animals, death, dying, dysphoria, homophobia, imprisonment, intrusive thoughts, misgendering, self-harm, suicidal ideation, suicide, threats of death, transphobia, violence.
CONTENTS
Our Aim Is Not to Die
Unfalling
Bonemeadow and Ashbone
Through Dark And Clearest Glass
Break Free This Ground
The Cold Won’t Touch You Here
I Am Not My Maker’s Keeper
Bells On Her Toes
The Last Nature Show With Whales
The Words of Our Enemies, The Words Of Our Hearts
Now Watch My Rising
Acknowledgments
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OUR AIM IS NOT TO DIE
Sua’s phone chimes with a notification ¹:
You are due for your mandatory Citizen Medical Evaluation in three days. Call your authorized health service center to schedule an appointment. Late responses will be fined and your record will show you are resistant to becoming an Ideal Citizen.
Sua stares at the full-screen decree, their hands shaking.
This is bad. They didn’t realize the biannual checkup was due so soon. That’s not enough time to shape their profile and generate a baseline of neurotypical-approved behavior to fool the medical professionals.
Shit.
Sua can’t risk being outed. They’ll be expected to respond verbally to everything. Their flat inflection will be flagged. Lack of eye contact will be frowned upon. It’ll all lead to the conclusion that Sua is wrong. Must be remade.
Neural reformatting therapy is the present’s term for lobotomy. At least in the past it was honest: a sharpened pick and a hammer to make you disappear.
The bus roars up to the stop. Sua flinches back into the grimy plastic wall of the shelter. Panic scratches at their throat. If they miss this guest lecture at U of M, it will look bad for their participation stats.
Yet the glaring notification is worse. It swallows all thought.
Three days.
Sua jerks their pass out of their jacket and staggers onto the bus. They hurry to the very back, slip their headphones on, and struggle not to cry. Blazing red banners overwhelm the adverts on the overhead panels: you are being recorded for your own safety.
Can I meet you after the lecture? Sua texts to Maya. They are careful to use approved capitalization and punctuation. It takes concentration to remember the rules.
An immediate response: Absolutely, Boo!
Sua hunches into the smallest possible object against the window seat. Three days until their future vanishes under medical correction.
The lecture is a blur. Sua automatically gives the speaker 10s in the survey, like a proper student should. He’s an esteemed professor, and more important, he’s an Ideal Citizen: white, male, straight.
Sua slips past the chattering college students clustered in the halls and rushes outside. Maya will be waiting. Sua just has to hold themself together a little longer.
Already Sua imagines the checkup forms, the endless boxes on the medical questionnaire. What’s your gender? it will ask, and there will only be two boxes. Sua will hesitate, and that will be noticed. A mark against their record.
No official documents will recognize them as non-binary. And Sua isn’t sure they have the courage to push back. There’s no room for dissent against a binary that glorifies false biology. Trans is a word currently banned in the lexicon of approved gender discussion. So they hide under the checkboxes, slip head-down-embarrassed into women’s restrooms, say nothing when addressed as miss and ma’am. A thousand cuts, slowly bleeding them out.
The cold October air smells of dying leaves. The gray sky promises early nights and damp chills. Snow isn’t forecasted for at least a month, though. Maybe winter will never come. An Ideal Citizen is never worried, because everything about the climate is fine, no cause for concern.
Sua’s nineteen but feels decades older. Exhausted. Was it only two years ago they thought they had a future, that things would get better when they scraped out of high school and took a job and enrolled in online courses? Sua almost laughs at their younger self. Weird how hopeful they were back then. Or is that the depression draining color from memories, making it seem like forever ago they could imagine a future where they are alive and whole?
It doesn’t matter.
Three days.
Sua waits for Maya in Loring Park, on one of the cold benches strung like thumbtacks along the trails in a topographical map of joggers, students, trash.
Maya strolls bold and bright down the cracked asphalt path, head bobbing, nir hands shoved deep into denim jacket pockets.
Boo, how are you?
Maya flashes a grin and holds out nir arms. Sua hugs their friend back, holds on a second too long, trying not to shiver.
Maya sits next to Sua, arms draped across the back of the bench. There are fewer cameras in the park; this bench is one Maya favors, because it’s just outside the radius of the security fields.
What’s up?
Maya asks.
Sua shows nir the alert on their phone. Dunno what to do,
Sua says.
Maya nudges Sua’s hand down, miming to put the phone away. Sua does. Their sweatshirt pocket will muffle any audio records.
Maya folds nir hands behind nir neck. You heard of the Purge app?
Sua shakes their head.
Might be helpful,
Maya says.
Sua stares, waits, unsure how to respond without more information. Maya doesn’t look at Sua when ne speaks. Just talks to the air, where secrets are less dangerous.
The Purge app is sourced by anonymous devs, Maya says. It works like this: It clones your phone and overlays a state-approved version that stalls security sweeps. In the background, Purge dumps all your private data into a blacklisted server, inaccessible to anyone, including the devs, and then deletes any unapproved apps. Yeah, it deletes itself. Once your phone is clean,
it’ll unlock and you can pass security checks. A great thing about Purge is that it tracks the timestamps on your phone so when you’re in the clear, it’ll send you an anonymous text asking if you’re safe. If you reply affirmative, it’ll restore your data, wipe the server of your files, and reinstall Purge if you run into trouble again. Best thing is, it can trace records—such as GPS, social updates, and correspondence—and corrupt or erase the trails, acting as a virus to protect sensitive info from being used against you.
Sua picks at their fingernails.
That’s a lot of power for any group. Humans can be corrupted like hard disks and files.
What I like,
Maya says, is that with enough forewarning, Purge can tweak old records just enough so as not to raise red flags, and make your behavior and files appear . . . acceptable.
How?
The breeze rattles the tree, and leaves spiral down. Sua watches the drifting leftovers and wishes they could capture that effortless movement in sketches on paper.
Not important,
Maya says, and then, quieter, best not to know yet.
Okay.
Sua bites the inside of their cheek and the sharp pain sidetracks the surge of fear. Breathe in, breathe out. Do you trust it?
People can be bribed. Bought. Broken. If the Purge database was hacked, if the devs got found—fuck. Sua shivers, because they can’t not imagine the horror that would follow. The disappearances. The investigations. The examples-made-of.
Maya scrunches nir face. Sua wishes they had an app to correctly identify expressions so they wouldn’t misinterpret.
More than other methods,
Maya says. Friends who’ve used Purge haven’t been caught yet.
Yet?
Maya shrugs. Everything crumbles in time. I’m walking a razor edge. We all are.
Sua keeps still, locking their fingers into the loosened folds of their jeans to stop from flapping their hands. Maya wouldn’t comment—ne never has—but Sua doesn’t want to get noticed by the surveillance drones. Stay hidden. That’s what’s safe. They miss holding a pencil or tablet stylus. Drawing used to be their outlet, but they aren’t a child anymore.
Look,
Maya says. It’s a risk, sure. I know more than I can share. I don’t want to get you in trouble. But keep it in mind if you need it. It won’t come up in the stores. I’ll give you a number you can text.
That’s not safe, Sua thought. Data passed from one device to another can get intercepted. They don’t want to bring harm to Maya, if it’s their phone that gets bugged. Don’t,
they say quickly. I’ll . . . tell you if. When.
They shove their hands into their pockets, their arms itching with the need to stim. Not out in public.
It’s cool,
Maya says. You know where to find me.
A headache crinkles at the inside of Sua’s left eye. The city noise rumble-thumps from the streets and planes overhead. Even in the park, the world is never quiet.
I should go,
Maya says. Ne pops nir headphones on and slides nir sunglasses down from nir bandanna. Stay safe.
And you,
Sua says.
The Ideal Citizen is playing reruns on TV when they get home. Sua slips through the living room and shuts their bedroom door. Their household will be docked if they turn off the approved programming. What’s supposed to be a comedy, full of smiling white faces and brass instrumentals, is their nightmares manifest onscreen. People jailed for not speaking correct English and therefore dubbed illegal. Neural reformatting therapy treated as a miracle. Only heterosexual relationships permitted. Once there was a self-described asexual character on an episode, but he turned out to be a serial killer and was issued a death sentence.
Sua pulls their hoodie up over their scalp, wraps their arms about their knees, and rocks back and forth on their bed.
Caspian, their roommate, is out for the day—at work, according to his GPS tracker, and later he’ll stop for groceries. Caspian pretends to be their boyfriend so both their social profiles won’t be flagged as unpatriotic. In reality,