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Just Like Old Times [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert J. Sawyer
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Mystery/Crime Arthur Ellis Award Winner, Aurora Award Winner, Seiun Award Nominee
eBook Description: A serial murderer's consciousness is transferred into the mind of a Tyrannosaurus rex. But which of them was the greatest killer of all time?
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: On Spec, ed. J. Brian Clarke, et al, 1993
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2002
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Words: 3826
Reading time: 10-15 min.
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The transference went smoothly, like a scalpel slicing into skin. Cohen was simultaneously excited and disappointed. He was thrilled to be here--perhaps the judge was right, perhaps this was indeed where he really belonged. But the gleaming edge was taken off that thrill because it wasn't accompanied by the usual physiological signs of excitement: no sweaty palms, no racing heart, no rapid breathing. Oh, there was a heartbeat, to be sure, thundering in the background, but it wasn't Cohen's. It was the dinosaur's. Everything was the dinosaur's: Cohen saw the world now through tyrannosaur eyes. The colors seemed all wrong. Surely plant leaves must be the same chlorophyll green here in the Mesozoic, but the dinosaur saw them as navy blue. The sky was lavender; the dirt underfoot ash gray. Old bones had different cones, thought Cohen. Well, he could get used to it. After all, he had no choice. He would finish his life as an observer inside this tyrannosaur's mind. He'd see what the beast saw, hear what it heard, feel what it felt. He wouldn't be able to control its movements, they had said, but he would be able to experience every sensation. The rex was marching forward. Cohen hoped blood would still look red. It wouldn't be the same if it wasn't red.
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