Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I. In a flash I at the door. I swing it open and with little patience I grab Maggie by the collar and drag her in. After slamming the door shut I throw Maggie against it. She goes silent in shock. This must be the first time she has been quiet since I have met and befriended her. I slam my palm again the door not inches from her face. Maggie twitches and finches."Maggie. what have we told you about waking me up?" I growl at her, giving her my worst morning bleary eyed look."Eeep," She manages to. Thinking it could be a bomb; I ducked under my desk, and turned on the security camera."Here's what the camera recorded:"The picture changed to a large well-appointed office. In front of the desk, a point of light appeared. In seconds, it grew to the size of a medicine ball.Then there was a bright flash, and the light was gone. In place of the light was a solid iron cube, ten feet to a side.Catherine crawled out from under her desk.She reappeared as talking head on the screen. "What you can't.Read More