Liberation Day: Stories

Niet altijd meteen duidelijk waar elk van de verhalen zich afspeelt, en wie wie is, een prachtige diverse verzameling verhalen. Van een dystopisch, sci-fi achtig verhaal over mensen? robots? opgeprikt aan de muur? die een historisch drama verbeelden

All Speaking stops, all Singing stops. As instructed by Mr. U., we go limp, stand motionless, hang our heads, there upon the Speaking Wall. At Podium, Mr. U. also hangs his head. He does not need to turn to know what Company thinks. He knows. We know. We know very well how powerful we have been. Company rises to its feet, its wild enthusiasm seeming impatient that its only path into the world is via these limited, applauding, middle-aged bodies.

tot een moeder die een tikje aan het doordraaien is.

God, the hours of her life she'd spent trying to be good. Standing at the sink, deciding if some plastic tofu tub was recyclable. That time she'd hit a squirrel and circled back to see if she could rush it to the vet. No squirrel. But that didn't prove anything. It might have crawled off to die under a bush.