"We need two forms of picture ID."
The sphere of light pulsed faintly. The wavelengths peculiar to me are not detectable by any equipment your species possesses.
"Well, you can get a temporary one with a birth certificate..."
I was not born. From the limited perspective of your three-dimensional space-time, I have always been.
"Proof of address?"
I am present at all times and places. I know all that is and is not as a function of my existence. What you perceive is only a temporary locus of my attention.
"Well, do you get mail at your locus?"
DP FICTION #1: “Taste the Whip” by Andy Dudak
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