What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?

Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle. The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.

If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it

Elijah Snow: 'Who have you pissed off this time, John?' John Stone: 'Sumatran robot death sluts -- Dammit, ONE of these buttons fires the atomic death biter --

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

Listen to the Chair Leg of Truth! It does not lie!

Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.