Kat O'Connor

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Name: Kat O'Connor
Date registered: October 12, 2013
URL: http://www.katoconnor.com

Latest posts

  1. She: Genesis Ex Machina — December 9, 2013
  2. She: Contact — November 23, 2013
  3. She: Name — November 11, 2013
  4. She: Instinct — October 28, 2013
  5. She: Awakening — October 14, 2013

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Dec 09

She: Genesis Ex Machina

The figure floated within the chamber, its seemingly peaceful sleep jarringly incongruous with the context it slept in. Unconsciously she took two steps back, her skin crawling. That just wasn’t right, in a visceral and indefinable way. As horrifying as those other people tubes had been… this was worse. She glanced around herself, her movements …

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Nov 23

She: Contact

She didn’t know how long she stood there, frozen. Time seemed to stand still while her mind struggled with, rejected, tried to explain away, what her eyes saw. A cold weight had formed in the pit of her stomach, sending tendrils of shivering gooseflesh outward along her limbs. A loud crackling squawk shattered the silence …

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Nov 11

She: Name

She stood in front of the sinks, staring into the mirror. She studied the face looking back at her, puzzling if this was a face she recognized, remembered. Lost in the details, it didn’t feel familiar. It didn’t feel not-familiar. Who was this girl? She studied her, hoping to jog a memory. Smooth, butterscotch-colored skin. …

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Oct 28

She: Instinct

She sat, resting, with her back against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest, the towel wrapped around her shoulders to keep the wet goo in her hair from soaking through the white jumpsuit she now wore.  Now dry and clothed, her warmth was returning, and her shivering abated. It was a relief. She …

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Oct 14

She: Awakening

A faint beeping weakly penetrated the deep, numb well of her sleep, followed shortly by a mechanical whirring. She resisted their pull, but the blackness of the well slowly shifted to grey, then to white, in spite of herself. There was light beyond her eyelids, tugging at her consciousness, pulling it upward, breaking the surface. …

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