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All Fell Down Chapter Seven


“Time to wake, Jacob.”

            I think it was on my third day here that I asked the Computer why I was brought here.

            For a moment I didn’t think he would answer.

            That happens a lot. I ask a question and the Computer is silent. Sometimes I wonder if someone is controlling the Computer, like typing on a keyboard to tell him what to say but then other times I think he must be sentient.  He must be real.  I want him to be real. He’s all I have.  If he was just a voice I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.

            He did answer me.

            “You are the weapon, Jacob.”


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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