Some had jezails or air-guns, and bandoliers or ammunition belts slung across their chests; others had quivers and long straight bows. And we fell into the dark and cold. There were other things that tasted just as bad to her but nothing worse, and nothing that lingered for anywhere nearly as long, not even the moldy-metal tang of disappointment. From that height I didn’t really see people, just buildings copper to the horizon.
The fluid was full of antibiotics and all that, but there were fungi, there were molds … anywhere there was that much cell shedding and organic material something would find a way to live. The body, what was visible above water, was naked, burned black and hairless. He found Clausen alone, washing dirty coffee cups in a side-room of the canteen. Perhaps that is all the reason the universe needs.
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