And if I die before I learn to speak Can money pay for all the days I lived awake But half asleep? Primitive Radio Gods (1996) Contents Cover Title Page Epigraph Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Acknowledgments Also by Rebecca Lim Copyright About the Publisher Chapter 1 I’m alone in the infinite darkness, the endless vacuum of space. There’s nothing to give form to the place I occupy — no up, no down, no sense of distance — nothing except the bright, white light coming off my skin. I am weightless. My feet don’t touch the ground. There is no ground. Just a breathless, waiting void. Then, as I watch, I see another light — like me? — wink into being. And another, and another, until all around there are hundreds of lights — no, upwards of a thousand — scattered across the abyss.
