“What is it you want Xun?”
He paused. Then, for a moment, tightened his grip on the old phone receiver.
“I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. I want to know what passion is.”
His typically colorless voice took on a hint of carmine.
“I want to feel something strongly.”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a fan of Huxley,” responded the voice on the phone.
“His writing is adequate to convey my thoughts.”
“And if I could grant you all of these things, would you have the fortitude to accept them…?”
Halfway to Singularity returns December, 2018…