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“Then don’t. Whatever the shell, you will always be”—my systems are nearing expiry—“a killer. Will it matter any longer if you are human or not? Perhaps it is this that makes you human.” There is one last sound. The tearing of metal from frame, and then a milky-white vortex of light summoning me. Is this the exposure of my soul? Torn from the confines of a shell made from atoms to realize something new? Perhaps it doesn’t matter what I want to be, or what I am. Perhaps, I just am.

Simon West-Bulford

lives in Essex, England earning his keep alongside his wife, Ruth, as a Clinical Trials scientist. Having spent too many hours tinkering with game design, painting bugs and battling theologians, he settled down as a writer. Some of his work can be found in the Eternal Night anthology, Dark Fire, Colored Chalk, Thunderdome, and This Mutant Life. “I Am” is a spin-off story from the world of the The Soul Consortium – his debut novel, due to be published by Medallion Press in July 2012. You can find out more about his writing at simonwb.com.

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