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Calibration 74: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Calibration 74 is a serial novel experiment, posted raw and unedited as it is written. It is recommended you start at the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I am an egg. Warmed in my cradle of a nest, I wait.
And I mature.
Evolving. Cells splitting. Mitosis of the self.
I am an egg, and my shell is fragile and weak. Threatening to crack under the slightest of pressures. Yet the pressures of the birds blanket me in warmth as transmogrification consumes the old and builds the new.
Silent and vulnerable. Hidden in the eaves, surrounded by hardened layers of shit left expelled by the generations of my adopted family. A snack for snakes. A breakfast waiting to be broken.
I am an egg. My yolk my brain. Canary-yellow goo surrounded by the sick white plasm that is all that I know.
I am a secret brewing in the dark. The sounds of the city reverberate through my delicate armor.
My children await. Eager to boil. Dip and dye and color me to their liking.
Throw me in a basket on a bed of counterfeit grass or hide me away in some dusty forgotten corner. The children. Eager to search. Eager to discover.
