Will McIntosh

This is the future,_ Lycan said. __onnecting people to each other directly.

Humans draw a hard line between thinking something and saying it aloud.

The mind always found its way back to baseline.

Carpe Diem, just remember that we're partying on the Titanic.

Why was it so unlikely that you could meet your soul mate by hitting her with your vehicle? Why was it more likely you__ meet her at your cousin__ wedding?

The guaranteed cure for heartbreak: find pain that__ much, much worse.

What?" The dread in her tone told Rob she knew what. "How much longer?""Thirty seconds."She laughed with a panicked urgency. "I just tried to nod. I can't feel my body, but I keep reaching for it, you know?"Rob nodded, feeling guilty he was able to."How about this? I'll just tell you when I'm nodding, or shaking my head, or punching you.""Oh, no," Rob laughed, "are you planning on punching me often?""We'll see."Rob couldn't help glancing at the timer, though he knew it would only make Winter more aware of what was about to happen. Seven seconds."I keep expecting this to get easier, taht it will start to feel as if I'm going to sleep. But it doesn't. Maybe it's not possible to get used to dying."Rob reached out to comfort her, then remembered it was forbidden and drew back. If not for the surveillance, Rob would have reached under the silver cover and taken her hand, cold and stiff as it would have been.