Author Robin Wasserman: Crashed
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There was no fear.
When I was alive, I dreamed of flying.
Or maybe I should say: When I was alive, I dreamed. Sometimes it was flying; more often it was falling. Or burning—trying to scream, trying to run, but frozen and silent and consumed by flames. I dreamed of being alone. Of my face melting or my teeth falling out.
I dreamed of Walker, his body tangled up in mine. Sometimes I dreamed I was Walker, that my hands were his hands, my fingers the ones massaging soft, smooth skin, getting caught in long strands of blond hair. Awake, people talk about becoming one—but in... see more
Behind the Book
Skinned by Robin Wasserman
When I entered the history of science PhD program at UCLA a few years ago, I figured I'd study the history of physics, since that's what I'd been doing as a Harvard undergrad. But in my first semester, my soon-to-be-advisor offered a seminar cryptically titled "Automata" and — the sci-fi addict in me wondering if we'd just be sitting around reading Asimov and watching Bladerunner — I signed up. We skipped Asimov in favor of Aristotle a