Fickle as a Woman, Part Infinity

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