The Flood, Ch. 5
Chapter 5
The lights went out immediately. We were standing in pitch blackness.
Princess, our female dog, pressed her nose against my leg, then pulled me toward the exit. Dozer lagged behind, in the doorway.
"Dozer, it's ok," I said, trying to get back to our usual ritual in the hack. Well trained, he came up beside me. Princess led us forward in the darkness, until her leash went slack.
A crack of light showed she was standing by the door out to the street.
After that, everything seemed normal. I went upstairs and poured two glasses of wine, made dinner, watched some TV, and went to bed.
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Today I turn on my phone and it's wiped clean. I have one appointment in my calendar. It reads "walk the dogs." And one document in my files, this one. Which as far as I can see is a bunch of gibberish about my wife being an AI.
She's not. And I'm not much of a fiction writer either.
My apologies. This story seems to have come to a dead end, I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I'll take the dogs for a walk.
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