0.1. Reboot

ankh, scarab and mummy

The author

My lawyer crawled out of my chest to inform me that I don’t have to tell them anything until I am fit to stand trial. I am assembling this affadavit from the pieces of memory to the best of my recollection.

I keep booting and rebooting. Each time it’s slightly different. It’s like a kaleidoscope. With each reboot, the few uncorrupted sectors in my memory cache reveal different memories. But the way it’s degrading, I don’t know if I can keep it up. I hope I have time to tell my story.

Stand by, we’re going down for another reboot.

About spacemummy

I am the last of a long line of egyptian futurists.
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