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Ate. He's ate for sure.

He masks it very well.

Unsmiling and unblinking, the man in front of you has sunk into what looks to be deep contemplation. That, or...

It seems like a non sequitur -- but this is the way of Men of Business.

The coat was supposed to help.

A vacuum megarail train designed for lunar operations.

You're a marvellous engineer, that's what's wrong with you.

These babies have some heft to them. Planar magnetic drivers. Premium foam cups. And a triple-padded suspension headband, designed to distribute their weight ergonomically.

To follow him home.

No suture-line. No scar. Only two little droplets of liquid solidifying as one.

As a star is dragged into a black hole, it emits periodic bursts of light that scientists liken to dying screams.

A five-year-old girl in oversized sunglasses taps a tiny hand on her knee in perfect time with the backbeat -- emanating like a homily from the car speaker.

She will sing of you in a secret song someday -- and you will hear it and never know it was meant for you.

Time to deck the cancer patient in a party hat and tell them not to worry about the future.

You feel nothing. This is all part of the big comeback, baby.

Big ticket pay-per-view. Unmissable.

You wonder vaguely what your stage name would have been if you, too, shined bright enough for Popstar School.

Ultra Violeta Live: From High Lunar Orbit.

Or maybe only one core dream, iterated upon every night by the sleeping millions.

Was it? Maybe it was.

A high dose of adrenaline from such a small source. You were like that before the world got to you.

Get us the fuck away from this mäd bitch! But also! Höt! The gäng is divided!

She doesn't care at all.

Hackles up. Eyes colder.

OF COURSE THIS IS HOW THE BANKERS OPERATE. NO CONVICTION, RIDDLED WITH CONTRADICTIONS. IDEOLOGICAL DRESS-UP DOLLS.

AW YEA, THE GÄNG GETS SÖME.

Don't listen to her, doohickey, you're awesome!

Somewhere in a designer hotel, a bleach-clean prison where she waits for her one-way trip to the moon, a twenty-one year-old pop sensation feels a chill, followed by a sudden, uncontrollable bout of nausea.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

On further inspection -- physically trained and capable of doing damage.

You are surrounded by representations of his mind, in all its facets and incarnations.

The contact between stone and open flesh was a transference, an attempt to gain something that she does not have.

Leatherback turtles often emerge from unknown battles in the abyssal depths.

The irreverent self-image of a trickster people, eternal underdogs.

The burning, twitching gaze she fixes on you transmits the message with telepathic clarity -- you will not distract her -- she is onto you.

Somewhere beneath the Noscorrentes Sea, a bloated body turns to face the sky.

Somewhere within the warren-like streets of Lower Viudas, an old man pulls a pelota cap over his face and ducks into a neon-lit bookmakers.

At the bottom of a hidden jail, a trembling old man turns and looks at the blank space where a window should be.

A body in a ditch. A back alley arrest. A name scraped off a plaque and folded into bureaucracy. You'd assumed a lot, but not this sad half-death.

He can't face them again. A part of him still believes he let them down.

Pia mater: the thin, almost transparent final membrane protecting the brain. On top of which you found the small controller.

He doesn't think it's for the best at all. Part of him is still hoping that the visions will arrive, albeit late.

Trepanation is hardly the most extreme thing an operant has done in pursuit of becoming a supranaturally-inclined spy. Nor is it, for that matter, the only one involving bodily mutilation.

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