/ Photo: Fana Feng

Part I: Eon

She wakes up thirsty, as usual, but this time it’s harder, as if there is sand in her throat. She sits up straight in her bed and strokes her throat, trying to transfer saliva from her palate so that it won’t hurt to swallow. Then she moves the same two fingers to her arm, halfway between her left elbow and shoulder, and touches a tiny nodule under the skin. There’s no money here, is the thought that crosses her mind. I have nothing. This piece of Silicon-Titanium might as well be used as a toothpick. Then she recalls what Dagi told her.

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