From: Stevi Deter <stevi@friidot.com>
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: FTSD: dibbuk (100 word story)
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Organization: Conspiracy of Cartographers
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Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 11:20:58 -0700
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I grew tired of the loneliness. I created you. your thoughts were only of 
me, your heart only for me. 

you were my ephemeron. I could feel you near me, hear your voice, as long 
as I could concentrate. then you vanished. I concentrated. practice makes 
perfect. 

I have dreamed of you alive. I felt the warmth of your breath and the 
weight of your arm. I have dreamed you alive.

you developed your own thoughts, your own heart. I should be celebrated 
for making an artificial intelligence. all I can do is mourn your loss in 
your very creation.

--stevi

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stevi@frii.com
look at this tangle of thorns.