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| Art by Justine Backes |
Sunday dinner with the family was a little different this week.
We all sat around a dumpy-ass table in the middle of the nursing home. From where I was sitting, I could see a big bowl of pasta. My younger sister Gina was across from me, and next to her was the big jar with Grandpa’s brain in it. We called him Nonno, and he didn’t say much these days. A few of his usual phrases once in a while, but that was it.
The jar was filled with this blueish fluid, and there were all these sensors and wires coming out of Nonno’s lumpy old sponge. Attached to the cart that held the jar was a mounted rig with a large mechanical arm that Nonno could control if he wanted to.
“Whattatheycallit again? A vath?” Gina asked.
“A vat, honey,” Mom said…
Franco Amati is a speculative fiction writer from New York. His
educational background is in cognitive science. His fiction has appeared
in The Colored Lens, Northern Speculative, Utopia Science Fiction, and
other places. You can find more of his work at francoamatiwrites.com
1 comments:
A very fun piece! I left a comment on the story itself but just wanted to reiterate what a delight this one is!
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