This is Part II of a short fiction. Click here for Part I, “19XX”.
Several years (and many more cups of vended coffee) later, Mr. Mero found himself sat at the main desk of the same room he had trained in – troubled. Older and more savvy, he had grown to read less music magazines and more broadsheets. One particular morning, he couldn’t put his finger on what disturbed him more. Was it the headline announcing the successful cloning of a rhesus monkey, or rather the side-line story sensationalising an adolescent suicide? Both had ruined his day before it had even started.… [continue reading]