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Chapter 6: Trope-ical Paradise Laye Awakenson stood atop the highest skyscraper in Neo New York, her leafy hair rustling in the wind. Below her, the city sprawled out like a circuit board designed by a caffeine-addicted octopus.... A cardbored box with pink 🎁 wrapping paper. It smells faintly of mothballs (God what do moth balls smell like? Do I know or have I just read that as a thing that things smell like a lot) and dispair. Musty and dusty.... Epilogue: Just Writing Her Wrongs Laye Awakenson sat at her desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard of her Omniscript 4000 (the latest model, with extra reality-warping features).... Chapter 8: The Final Draft The sky crackled with literary energy as Laye Awakenson faced off against the Cosmic Editor. The giant red pen loomed menacingly, its tip poised to strike out entire sections of reality.... Chapter 7: Editor Ex Machina Laye Awakenson sat in the Retro Oxygen Bar, sipping on a glass of vintage air (with notes of 21st-century smog and a hint of ozone depletion).... Chapter 5: Literal Character Development Laye Awakenson stood in front of the multi-dimensional mirror in her new apartment (graciously provided by the Accidentally Time-Displaced Persons Support Group), examining her reflection with a mix of fascination and horror.... Chapter 4: Friends in Low Places (Six Feet Under, to be Exact) After what felt like eons of being stuck in the ground (but was probably just a few days, given the lack of beard growth), Laye Awakenson had come to terms with two undeniable facts: She was, indeed, in the distant... Chapter 3: Genre Savvy in All the Wrong Ways Laye Awakenson had always prided herself on being genre savvy. After all, she’d written enough sci-fi to know all the tropes.... Chapter 2: Rip Van Winkle? More Like Ripped Plot Line Laye Awakenson’s eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy with the lingering tendrils of what felt like the longest nap in history....