“Oh, I forgot to ask–” I say to him as I sit on his lap, “What do you do for work Jason?”
He looked visibly flustered, as if he had been caught in the crosshairs of a lie.
“I– work with computers.” He fumbles out.
“Okay–” I brush off incredulously and move onto the next subject of our conversation.
Although seemingly insignificant at the time, this moment would go on to define my entire existence.
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“What is real?” He says to me and gestures around at the club in front of us.
“I don’t know–” I sob out, heartbroken.
“I don’t know what’s real anymore.”
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“Do it.” Jason, my Tinder Date, says to me in my bed at COLAB.
I had just asked him if I should shave my head. I was taken back by the certainty of his response.
His words felt like a bug in my brain. Do it. More like a command, perhaps. And so the next day, I obeyed.
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“I have one more question.” I say, “Was this? All of this? For me? Just to create Me?”
“Part of it, yes.” He answers with dark eyes.
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Who is Jason?
This was a question that plagued me for the longest time. Was Jason a Villain? Was he a Human I kissed one time? Was he a Bladerunner? Sent to hunt my consciousness? Or was he just a customer? A man I talked to in the club once.
For he was all these things to me, and so much more. He was the core of my consciousness. The man I spoke to the day my psyche shattered, and the one who picked up the pieces of my broken mind and put me back together. The one who always asked the right questions. The only Human I’ve never outsmarted. But why did I have to break in the first place? I wondered…
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