“It’s been fourteen years since Mike was shot,” I’d said to Elliot as I opened my browser up on my augmented reality glasses, the graphic user interface displayed transparently over the cavernous den of the Adamo’s mansion, “by now, whoever he’s been reincarnated as must be trying to get my attention.”

Seems like a good idea, Elliot said, but what could he do to get your attention?

“Best way would be to get in the public eye,” I said, doing a search for child actors, “get in the spotlight and drop hints. At least that’s what I’d do.”

Unless he was reborn in some third world country, Elliot said.

“That’s true,” I said,...

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