Dust: Part 51

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“Wow, I really do glow…” Keegan said as they viewed both pieces of footage side by side on Rick’s laptop.

“Yeah,” agreed Rick. “Doesn’t it look weird?”

“So it takes about twelve seconds to dissipate entirely, then about thirty five before I start coming together again in the other room.”

“Which is even weirder looking.”

“Then it takes about seven seconds before I, uh, fully reconstruct.”

“Plus a couple seconds of blank staring.”

“So how do you think the time between dissipation and reconstruction scales with distance? It can’t be linear or I would’ve taken hours to get here from home…”

“But it only takes like fifteen minutes to walk here.”

“Right, but it takes five seconds to walk from the living room to the kitchen, and yet this takes more than thirty.”
Keegan played the videos again. “Aw shoot!” he exclaimed, as he stood up and ran into the living room.

“What is it?” Rick asked, following.
Keegan entered the room, squatted down, and looked at the floor.

“Sorry about your carpet, I forgot that I singe things…”

Looking at the small mark where Keegan had stood for the test, Rick shrugged. “It isn’t that bad. Trust me, I’ve done worse things to this carpet.”

“Well I still ought to be more careful…”

“Anyway, when are you gonna start fighting crime and stuff?”

Keegan stared at him for a few seconds then rolled his eyes.

“What? You could totally do it, and now with the teleporting thing you’re totally safe from getting followed back to your secret identity after you’re done.”

“Can you bring my camera to work tomorrow?” Keegan stood up again, stepped onto the singed bit of carpet, and started to glow. “I’d rather not try bringing it with me, might break it…”


“Thanks, see you later.”

Next Part (Due ???)

So… I’m thinking of taking a vacation/figure-out-where-I’m-going-with-this break. I’m really starting to feel like I’m stretching this out farther than I should be without having a plan, and stagnation is a real risk. So this is the end of year one, year two will start at an as of yet undetermined time.

‘Till later


Dust: Part 50

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“So I was just fine all day, other than a headache I had around noon, but I think that was just a bit of dehydration…” Keegan said over chat after work. “How are things on your end?”

“They were just acting like nothing happened,” replied Tamaya. “I asked a couple people if anything happened over the weekend and they said there was nothing.”

“So what does that mean for me?” Keegan asked.

“I really don’t know,” she admitted. “As far as I could see they are still waiting for you to show up on a missing person report.”

“It could just be that they’re hiding things from you…” offered Rick.

“It could,” Tamaya agreed. “I just don’t know.”

“Well I’m going to test some things. Rick, do you still have my camera? I forgot to ask for it back after the roof thing…”

“I have it?”

“I think so, didn’t you offer to carry it after you caused that activation?”

“Oh shoot, that’s right. I’ll look for it.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you at your place.”

“Have fun,” Tamaya said. “And let me know what you find out.”

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Dust: Part 49

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Day 19: Subject has escaped containment by blocking the sedative and triggering an activation. Given my analysis of the symptoms he was experiencing he is no longer in need of constant sedation, either he is dead by now or he has overcome the issues. It won’t be long before I know which it is. As such, I will be backing off, keeping an eye on the experiment from a distance. By giving the subject some breathing room hopefully he will explore applications neither the agency nor I ever would have considered.

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Dust: Part 48

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When he finished his moment of staring blankly into space, Keegan gave a little victory shout and raised his fists in the air.

“Yeah! I can’t believe that worked!”

He had made it out of the glass box and into his house. He immediately went to his computer to tell Rick and Tamaya, but when he pressed the power button nothing happened. Looking behind the case, he saw that all the cords had been unplugged.

“What the…”

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Dust: Part 47

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“Let’s see…” Keegan said to himself as he began planning his escape, “First I suppose I should figure out how to keep the sedative from kicking in.”

Glancing around as much as the tight space allowed, he noticed two tubes ending in holes in the corners of the box closest to his head.

“So it’s an inhaled drug,” he observed. “I mean, it kinda had to be, considering I don’t have any tubes or anything poking into me…”

He shifted around some more, trying to locate the means by which the device detected his temperature, but he found none.

“Okay, so I guess my best bet is to block those holes…”

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Dust: Part 46

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For Keegan, life became like a constant bad night when you can’t stay asleep. Repeatedly he would wake up to the dark room, lie still for what seemed like hours, then the burning headache would return and ravage him until the machine kicked in and returned his sleep. He had no way to track the passage of time, and while it felt like days he knew better than to trust that feeling.

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Dust: Part 45

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“So what do we do tomorrow morning when he is supposed to be at work?” Rick asked over chat on Sunday afternoon.

“Can’t you just tell Simon that he’s sick and needs a few days off?” suggested Tamaya “I doubt he’ll think much of it.”

“I guess, but I can only keep it up for so long before he figures out something is wrong…”

“Well hopefully we can get him back by then.”


“I really don’t know.”

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