Dreaming in the Deep

Their imperfect processing of thoughts and memories made it impossible to know what they were thinking. Ideas flashed and flickered erratically between neurons, sparking in the dark fluid of their minds like a shoal of fish in deep waters.

Take Two

Around her, her cubicle-mates stared blearily into space, focussed on their own visu-screens with varying degrees of attention. Sometimes someone smiled. She wondered what they had to smile about.

Wink Wink

The girl slipped out of the room like a ghost, vanishing as soon as the door closed. The boy wondered if she just evaporated as soon as she was out of sight; or maybe she just carefully missed the creaky stair as she went down.