Wastelands: Stories Of The Apocalypse - Plot & Excerpts
Each night, more pools bubble to the surface from deep underground. Freon. Old engine oil. Heavy water from forgotten nukes. Every day, a few dozen more hungry animals drown in the stagnant pools. Loose-limbed in death, the horse sways, rag like, as the little diesel crane pulls it noisily from the muck and sets in on the pier with the other bodies. In the blue-tinted work lights, we divide the dead into Human and Animal, subdivide the Animals into Mammals and Other, then subdivide the Others into Vertebrates and Invertebrates, and so on. I started out on Information Retrieval, looking for documents in submerged government offices, old libraries and bookstores. Once, I came up in a police records vault, surrounded by mug shots and photos of murder scenes and rapes. I came up in an IKS office where a dissatisfied citizen had gutted an auditor, then placed the bureaucrat s viscera on a photocopier. I swam through hundreds of grainy duplicates of his liver and intestines.
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