Marinus gazes at the easy-to-swallow pill.
My evoked heart in my evoked body beats a little faster.
I look back. Jonah puts a glass of Evian water by the dish.
“Thank you.” Still bleary, Marinus picks up the pill.
I look away. Swallow it, I think. Swallow it whole.
“No worries,” says Jonah, unworriedly, as if our metalives aren’t dependent on this fickle woman doing as he bids her.
–David Mitchell, Slade House