Patti shrugged

in photography •  last year 

The tax man came again trying to prove the existence of a domicile so that taxes could be rendered to the IRS. Apparently the new law says you may only stay in your abode. You must work on the internet with your ip running past the elite of the justice department. They were after her when she left one state to live in another. Her status was renegade. The shot she refused had rendered her alive again and challenged her soul to come and do battle with the chip implanted into her brain.
The buzzing that chased her around was gradually increased as her escape was noted. Bootjacks waited at her door peering into the small cabin surrounded with vines. On one hand they feared for the truth she knew, on the other they knew defeat was effortless. As the buzzing became louder she became disoriented. Her thought process was being stolen by the buzzing energy. She knew it was a short time to lobotomy via buzz and all her ideas would be dissolved, transplanted to another AI.
Visions of red floated from above, enclosing her in a warm semi-transparent blob of liquid. The vibrations in her brain allowed the liquid to gel and form shapes that became her attackers.
In a matter of seconds she was no more, she shrugged, her soul departed out the window.

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my photo taken in Montana 2018 Canon one shot

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