Fiction – Issue 13 | The Spectacle

“Afterlight” by Lisa Hsiao Chen

There’s only one print of the film in existence, the filmmaker went on to say, a single 35mm print.

“When can I see you?” I said. “I’m free tomorrow and Saturday night and Sunday day.” My schedule was vast and empty.

The AI is the opponent you can never see, said Glenn who was not Glenn, and I really understood what he meant about that.