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Sweat: A Short Story
I am awash. Flooded with a furry of thoughts. They clog and obstruct my consciousness with such a weight that demands a prefrontal burst of energy potential. I as sole arbiter of facts scale my options. Time the most burgeoning constraint, as it exponentially increases my loss with each fleeting moment. The equation lay out in full, yet continuously evolving adding layers of information. Complexity sets in, urging the limbic, occipital, and temporal to justify the terminal reaction. Sweat builds on my temples. The cerebellum is ordered to act after a fit of satisficing. Compelling my hands to lithely maneuver the landscape below. Marked by temerity yet with surgical precision I make my move. A crowd silenced. Steady and controlled. A shock!
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