Bird’s-Eye View of the Back of Your Head
Tony saw his dead wife. She wasn’t a ghost, and he wasn’t crazy. But he saw her, and she couldn’t see him.
He went on with his day, same as every day before she decided she hated everyone and rammed their car into a bus.
“Die, stupid children,” the on-board nav device recorded as her last words.
So they didn’t get life insurance.
And people hated them.
More specifically, him, cause his wife was dead. Vilified, for killing all those kids.
And to top it all off, she had recorded herself with the holoselfie gadget he’d bought her for Christmas.
It was a device for every narcissist. Not only could you see yourself doing whatever it was that you did all day, but you could see yourself from any angle, holoprojected in your own space.
Oh, sure, it
