Escape Pod 882: Hey, George

Hey, George By Elizabeth Guilt "Hey, George." I remind myself that that is not my name; it never was. I will myself not to react, not to break stride, as I stroll along beside the beach. Old habits die hard, and the best neuro-reset in the world can't overcome years of routine. Whoever called out could, had they been watching closely, have seen my tiny hesitation. But they are not calling me. I hear footsteps behind me, running steps, getting closer. "George!" I stop walking and take a deep breath. I assume a politely blank expression, and turn around. And then I see her.