Ovo 1.3.2 -

I think when it stops, so will I.

I woke up with a bruise on my palm shaped like a question mark. ovo 1.3.2

She looked up. “You’re late,” she said. “The accident happened yesterday.” I think when it stops, so will I

“Lot forty-seven,” the auctioneer said, his voice flat as a ruler. “An experimental pre-cognitive dream engine. Non-functional. Sold as is.” I think when it stops

The rain started three minutes before the auctioneer’s gavel came down. Ovo 1.3.2—the last prototype—sat on a velvet turntable, its shell the color of a bruised plum, humming a frequency only children and dogs could hear.

Ovo 1.3.2 is warm again.

Not a light. A warmth . Like an egg remembering the hen.