Not all nightmares vanish with the dawn.
Over the transcripts I downloaded later, I heard Clair dreaming again. The voice she used in her sleep had returned.
"You're special. You're unique. You're beautiful . . . ."
I could only imagine what was going through her mind. I never dream, but perhaps I did once, I thought, and that made it all the more fascinating to speculate. Humanity's literature is full of dreams of other places, other people, other versions of themselves. When Clair dreamed, I supposed, she was imagining the better version of herself that she was becoming.
You've changed, Gemma had told her. Clair is Improving, I told myself.
YOU ARE READING
113 (Twinmaker)Science Fiction
A post-scarcity world transformed by free, instantaneous travel should be paradise, but nothing is ever as it seems. When an ordinary girl uses Improvement, a meme promising a complete physical makeover by little more than wishing for it, she brings...