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i had the dream again last night. the date is coming closer and closer: June 15th 2027, it's always the same newsroom, same newscasters, then the sirens, nuclear war. in other words, three days from now...
57 years ago, 1970 in a dingy city in Chicago, i took on a new life, what i was, a curse i gave to another, i became a new woman, a human again...in 1970 it was over 20 centuries since i was human, so the chance for freedom was too enchanting to deny. i used that poor girl, a newly cursed Djinn, used the wishes and became a fabulously wealthy fashion designer, i enjoyed the torment, playing out the pain i felt from hundreds of masters before...but forgot humanity crept back eventually. my private island, mansion on a cliff, months of food stored in lower levels, a prison. i almost wished i was a druggie, easier to say my pain is another's problem...but parts of my Djinn nature lives, the prophetic dreams, eternal youth that mocks me now, i can't live without the bottle, so i used the remaining pyschic powers i have to find her again, my old lamp, not for salvation, though free of the Djinn curse, Heaven can't take a sinner like me...no, masochism, i want to suffer, need to suffer, i can't end it myself, the rope still hangs in the Guest Bedroom, but another, may yet end my life, then i'll be taken down to hell, where whores like me belong.
after breakfast i looked out onto the island, then went back to the couch, and rubbed the lamp, my final act...the smoke then came...