Favourite phrases from cut-up experiments: 1. Jackal hotel, dirty washbasins, mattress – oh the half way flea house 2. Americans with feverish hands beat at hot road; tarmac field of broken knees 3. Scum, break fluid, lantern, fireflies; typewriters all in unison 4. The seamstress
“Next,” said Sinclair. The interface slid the image of a tundra wasteland away to his left, replacing it with a new display window depicting a desert scene; the fierce African sun setting behind the dunes as a silhouetted caravan of camels plodded towards the shimmering
Billy knocked his third cigarette from the packet, brought it to his lips and lit it. From way up here he could see everything; the all-too-familiar roads, parks and neighbourhoods stretching out towards the coast, the whole goddamn, slumbering old city, glinting and glimmering in
The shop was more like an arcane warehouse; rows upon rows of deep mahogany shelves stretching up as far as the ceiling some twenty feet above, and farther back than Hector could see – presumably converging at some distant vanishing point hidden in the shadows.
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The numbers rolled and clicked like many mechanical eyelids beating out a metal butterfly rhythm. Below, Abraham Soloman stood wide-eyed, dry-eyed, not a muscle movement, not a single eyelid flicker; staring. He took in everything; the fleeting algorithms and numerical patterns flashing through LAX, SFO,