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Sixshooter - part II
Whatever had set her off so hard over the edge was already forgotten. She lay on the couch, one arm dangling as she watched herself through a narrow tunnel vision, getting launched into the endless vastness of space. Seconds stretched into days, then into years, until time lost meaning. It was too much in one hit. Gone. Deleted. There was no one left inside to wonder whether this was it. Nothing but her empty gaze, drilling into the wall.
"Why not just go for it if you want it so much?" her father asked, pulling her out of the void into another plane - a kaleidoscopic paradise of lights and impossible geometric shapes forming endless fields of flowery grass and orchids.
Her father, an androgynous figure with long silver hair, sat beneath a massive, hollow oak tree. He wore white robes, holding a wooden staff with a snake coiled on top, and a revolver in the other hand.
She looked around, trying to focus on the shadowy figures darting about. Their voices were familiar, but after so long in the dark, the blinding light made it hard to see.
"Go ahead, Selena," her father said, handing her the gun. "You know you want to."
"No."
"Why not? You're a corporate maggot now. A whore. You've sold yourself out."
"No," she repeated, her voice trembling with doubt.
"So much for divine art," he murmured, gently, yet disappointed.
Genesis had shaped the underground and bled chaos into the culture. Selena could never live up to that.
She gasped, confused and heartbroken. She loved him, adored him, even named herself after him. She reached for the gun and pressed it to her temple. She looked at him; he nodded. Then she glanced back at the figures, where among them she saw Nix running around the campfire beside their caravan, and herself sitting in lotus by the fire, a sitar resting on her lap. Happy.
She didn't hesitate. She pulled the trigger and blew her brains out, collapsing onto the grass, blood shooting from her head in thin geysers.
Posted 10/15/2025, 2:00 PM