The year is 2078. Rampant consumption has succeeded in burning a hole through the ozone layer.
“The chimpanzee with a bandaged forehead grabbed a hypodermic needle . . .”
I was one of Descent.com’s earliest customers, and surely I was first to inquire into a gap. It was only three generations into the future, this gap . . .
The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .
M watched himself wake in a mirror. His hair was gone and electrodes circled his skull, their wires stripped and dangling like witch hair . . .
All truth is crooked; time itself is a circle. —Nietzsche
“Sheila, make my shower extra hot today,” I say, walking to the bathroom . . .
The blackened fingernail curve of the earth is highlighted by crystal refractions of light. Breathtaking . . .