by Case21
To submit self is one thing. To never be allowed to have self is not a horse of a different color...it is a horse without a color.
"...my memory refracts like sunlight through ice crystals..."
What a beautiful line.
I love the tiny sliver of a glance into the possibility that the doctor might not be so clinically detached as she seems. The neat little vignette into a dystopian setting was well done, too. As I've commented on some of your other stories, your command of the literary flavor of this time period is impressive. You may be one of the most under-appreciated authors on Lit. :)
Very sexy! I love alternate universes and you've done a wonderful job introducing us to a new world. haha, all alternate futures must have zepplines!! They are so cool though! And the doctor's moment of tenderness at the end coupled with the "maybe more than professionalism" hints throughout the story!!! I know this is a stand-alone, but I want to read more! Thank you for sharing this story with us!