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At the mention of the reality warping, Jack sighed, though it was more like a hiss that leaked between his teeth.
âOh, Iâm WELL AWARE of the concept. Iâm just falling back to one of my plans of dealing with itâDENIAL.â That proclamation was just as pathetic as it sounded, but Jack didnât care in the slightest. He was feeling dizzy and therefore openly more honest and blunt. At this point, it almost took too much energy to fabricate clever words to butt heads with the ghost.
His resentment was melting slightly as Jack realized that maybe having some company was better than none at all. Wuya used to watch Jack work and occasionally comment on the genius craftsmanship. Why not have another ghost around just for a while? After all, he had no plans to sleep until this machine was finished.
âIâm not hallucinating, Iâm FINE. You just, you SURPRISED me.â Jack lowered himself to his knees again and motioned to the machine with his oil-stained gloved hands. âBesides, wouldnât you like to see what Iâm working on?â
âDoes denial really work if you know itâs denial? Seems... like a pointless runaround.â He smiled faintly.Â
âI mean that, if the first thought is you may be hallucinating, thatâs the time to sleep. Obviously, you arenât hallucinating yet, but the living should try to avoid getting to that point.â The Ghost Writer waved a hand idly as if to dismiss the notion of him being illusory.
âThough I am curious.â He adjusted his glasses and floated closer to the machine. âWhat is this for?â


















