duck&cover - 2019-09-01
Thought at first that this was from the umami "Interface" guy.
Behind it the distant ringwall and the horizon, the black sky, the pin-point stars. And he was there, and it was not far enough, not yet, for the Earth hung overhead like a rotten fruit, blue with mold, crawling, wrinkling, purulent and alive.
–Damon Knight, "Masks"
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