Conditional Reality

We were all hacks then. Even the ones who took the suppressant medications. No one was safe and nothing worked. Some scholars attempted studies of the meaning of coughs. I was one of them. I created an alphabet and tossed around the semantics of throat clearing in several papers which were published, but, somehow, were not well received. Must have been ahead of my time. I left the institute to conduct my own research on my own terms. Ended up on a remote island. The inhabitants coughed my language. I abandoned my research and lived among them as an equal.

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