“You’re going to have to give all this up, Newt/Baker. Else–”
“Slavery. I know.”
—–
“The red, yellow, green I can accept,” she said, indicating the colors of her own body across from me. “But the *blue*. Too much!” It was a line drawn. Black and blue I become in the above times. I have to avoid this!
Given all that had been revealed, though, she was acting quite reasonable. A reasonable demand. I’ll have to think it through. TBC
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“RUST is The Body, the thing being penetrated by a rod. But, more importantly, RUST is *US*. Bottom line: We’re screwed. The country is divided into two parts, progressive and conservative, yang and yin. We can’t keep holding this magical sphere together with just duct tape and safety pins. The guts are going to start spilling out.”
“I’m trying so hard!” says Wheeler, who then gives up the act and moves on to the next collage.
“The Boos are let loose in the ensuing chaos that equals Mars, the God of War, the only thing that can, let’s say, *unite* the two parts at this too-late-of-date. Fear and Panic let’s call them, as they are. The (rusty) Body teeters on the edge of a cliff above US. What happens next?”
“Devouring,” she identifies correctly. “Just like with the hand. Bite the hand that eats you,” she ends cryptically.
Let’s go back to the cafe next. TBC
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