Physique
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...and knows it's over. They've come for her. Outside the dusk gathers, the river flows by, gold and orange into the Bay of Martinaise.
Across the harbour, on the South bank of the River Esperance, the air stands still outside Precinct 57 -- a two story box of duraluminum near the gates to Terminal H.
On the platform a young woman is withdrawing from amphetamines, barbiturates and alcohol. Yet still she smiles among the crowd, among the great ghost of the city she's leaving -- for another, far south.
Smaller. Distant. Hidden. Not like the great chandelier she sees sparkle in the spring air below her. Streets and towers, tenements and water -- and across it, a dark strip of ruins barely visible, if she didn't squint her eyes...
Inside, in a cell, a young woman is withdrawing from amphetamines, barbiturates and alcohol. Shivering, she fades from your mind's eye...
Smaller. Distant. Hidden. Not like the great chandelier she sees sparkle in the night below her. Street lights, towers, tenements and water -- and across it, a dark strip of ruins barely visible, if she didn't squint her eyes...
Smaller. Distant. Hidden. Not like the great chandelier she sees sparkle in the dusk below her. Streets, towers, tenements and cold water; and across the water -- a dark strip of ruins barely visible, if she didn't squint her eyes...
Midtown, across the bay of Revachol. The oceanic wind washes forty-story towers. Above them -- Lausanne Central Aerodrome; a cocoon suspended in the sky by a web of suspension wiring, encircled by hybrid aircraft.
Across the harbour, on the banks of the River Esperance, cold rain falls on Precinct 57 -- a two story box of duraluminum near the gates to Terminal H.
The wind picks up. The silence on the water is broken, little shivers of waves appear...
The wind picks up. The silence on the water is broken all around you, little shivers of waves appear. The lieutenant continues, like an incantation...