You stomp toward the new location. Fantasy. Always fantasy. Why couldn’t there be science fic—? Before you finish the thought, a man, who looks suspiciously like Ben Wolf, steps from the shadows wearing polarized sunglasses and a dark trench coat. In each hand rests a pill: one red, one blue.

 

Which do you decide to swallow?

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