Every cop in the city—and Moscow had more flavors of cops than anywhere—would have his number and a good idea of what he looked like. But there was no sign of toiling spiders here, or of the pieces of our gondola, and I feared I knew what was coming next. Dos Orsos picked up that packet and tossed it so it lay unopened on the floor halfway between the cot and Nakada. You can even model your personality and voice, coming up with a pretty good stand-in.
Harlan Ellison, “How Interesting: A Tiny Man,” Realms of Fantasy, February. The tusk on my lap is from a juvenile. pecies, the opportunity to kill a man and get away with it, a deep-ocean sub to the bottom of the Marianas trench. I got away.
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