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2003-11-13 - 11:05 p.m.
Flippy opened his eyes to turquoise flashes. He was lying on his back on something firm and warm and looked up at a ceiling, dark but for the flashing.
He looked to his left, and in the black across the small room he saw 00:00:00 blinking in the dark. An unset time module behind smoked plastic shimmer. Some peripheral? An entertainment component of some sort? A chip player no doubt. Nobody bothered programming them anymore, time readouts were ubiquitous.
He glanced to his right and read his own readout. 0900. He hummed a D note. January 12th. His birthday. 27 today. Thursday.
Last he remembered, his birthday was over a week away. He hummed a b flat. "WTF!" in his readout. He giggled.
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So, how do you like them apples?