November 27, 2015

We were operating from a colony on a foreign planet and one of our engineers had just come back from a long mission. We didn’t know how to break it to him that everyone he knew was already dead so we implanted the memories of all of his loved ones into machines to welcome him home. He seemed to be convinced that he was talking and interacting with his deceased family members.

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He challenged me to make him throw up as we were sitting around a restaurant table. I emptied several bottles of beer down his throat after following it up with shiitake mushrooms and broccoli. “You always doing the same thing!” he complained. “Well, this is a stupid game” I replied. I took a plastic spoon and stuck it in the back of his mouth in an attempt to push his gag reflex. I was standing in the doorway when he took out his pistol and shot me three times: twice in my right forearm and once in my thigh. “Kill me” I taunted.