![]() ![]() Who is this animal man? He asked himself the abstract question to blur the lines of memory. They've starved during the embargoes, broken windows, looted, run screaming before firehoses, torn flesh from a corpse's arm with decalcified teeth. Yet all these people have lived for two decades under the Invasion. They are quiet now, intent on home or work, the General thought. The streets were smaller here, cluttered with Transport workers, loaders, a few stellarmen in green uniforms, and the horde of pale, proper men and women who managed the intricate sprawl of customs operations. Panics, riots, burnings, twice cannibalism- The General looked from the silhouetted loading-towers that jutted behind the rickety monorail to the grimy buildings. Sequestered, how could this city exist? Six times in twenty years he'd asked himself that. Since the Invasion six ruinous embargoes for months apiece had strangled this city whose lifeline must pulse with interstellar commerce to survive. It's a rotten poor city too, thought the General, turning the corner by the garbage-strewn curb. West, ascending and descending transports, shuttling cargoes to stellarcenters and satellites, lacerated the clouds. Industrial gases flushed the evening with oranges, salmons, purples with too much red. ![]() Here fumes rust the sky, the General thought. ![]()
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