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An odd dream last night.
Somehow my somnolent brain managed to connect the concept of cameras stealing souls with that of zombies.
My camera had 62 pictures of people on it, and a weird firmware bug. The effect of the bug was that the pictures started corrupting, turning into noise. At the same time, the people pictured turned into zombies.
As I woke, I was in the upstairs room in the house where I grew up (a long room, with windows round three sides) with zombies out in the garden, while I attempted to erase the rest of the pictures.
(I blame a combination of reading a bit of 'And God Created Zombies' mixed with Bob Howard's Scorpion Stare camera.)
Somehow my somnolent brain managed to connect the concept of cameras stealing souls with that of zombies.
My camera had 62 pictures of people on it, and a weird firmware bug. The effect of the bug was that the pictures started corrupting, turning into noise. At the same time, the people pictured turned into zombies.
As I woke, I was in the upstairs room in the house where I grew up (a long room, with windows round three sides) with zombies out in the garden, while I attempted to erase the rest of the pictures.
(I blame a combination of reading a bit of 'And God Created Zombies' mixed with Bob Howard's Scorpion Stare camera.)
