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From the Microcosmicon, 32:

“I didn’t know Wild Rose had a sister,” he said, his eyes wandering to the dark space outside.
“She didn’t talk much about me,” the pudgy old woman conceded.
“Why didn’t you give news of her passing?”
“She wished to… keep her legend alive.”

“I’ll have to tell the Empress her ally is dead.”
He got up and made for his capsule.
Then a thud came. A muffled voice. “Help!”

“You bitch! Forever ruining everything!” Wild Rose’s sister screeched chidishly at the spaceship’s walls. “Couldn’t keep quiet! Always the center of attention! It’s your fault he has to die now!”

MQS

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From the Microcosmicon, 16:

They streamed down the street, groaning like a storm-bearing wind, their bodies emaciated, covered in sores.
Screams. They grabbed hold of a girl. In another moment, her head was cracked open, her brains devoured.

I watched from my balcony, horror sliding down the surface of my mind, without living much of an impression.
Then I retreated into my kitchen, put out the cigarette, approached the fridge and opened it. Leftovers from my last meal greeted me, his brain marinated with ricotta cheese.

I heard them approach my driveway.
Excitement enlivened me. I knew the right crowd would swing by, eventually.

MQS

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