He noticed the mark on his arm around 9:46 AM. That was the first time. It looked as if he had just donated blood. He hadn't. It wasn't there yesterday either, he was certain of that. He had worn a polo and would have noticed. He supposed it had happened in the night, while he slept. Somewhere, far off in space an alien spaceship was now carrying with them a vial of his blood. Human DNA traveling across the galaxy. That's weird. He didn't even feel it. |
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