This is a quick (at least by my sluggish standards) attempt to write something with a golden era feel to it. I think I got close — I nailed the paper-thin characterisations, anyway. I've had the idea rattling around for a while, but it was pushed to the fore by my trip to the Out of this World exhibition at the weekend. Well, it was either this or work out how quickly an iPhone 4 could calculate the nine billion names of god. An hour on Wikipedia gave me a selection of names and terms to throw into the mix, so from a distance it might look like I know what I'm talking about.
And in case you were wondering about the "[#328]" — well, under the Many World interpretation, this is just one of a near-inifinite number of ways in which this story could have unfolded. I considered at least a half dozen other causes of the narrator's pathology before choosing this one. Maybe I'll come back one day and — in a Warhol-esque manner — write up and publish some of the others. Who knows, one of them may even be worth reading.
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