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Ten Versions Bleeding Through
At the service station on the red-desert road, Leif sees the mechanic who tackled him in Newcastle — except the mechanic is also the police officer. His vision fractals. The mechanic's face multiplies across ten overlapping iterations: one angry, one sad, one indifferent, one loving. Katita recognises the onset and drives them toward the radio/radar igloo, a decommissioned dome half-buried in rust. Inside, she raises the broadcast frequency to a pitch the autonomous data-harvesters cannot hear. The pressure in Leif's shoulder-blades tightens. As the frequency climbs, the ten faces collapse into one — the original man, whole. Leif: “I knew every word of it before you said it” — but he is watching Katita, not the mechanic. She adjusts the dial lower, fractionally. The pressure eases. Behind the dome, red dunes stretch into nothing.