the body snatchers #1

We spend our life

looking upward.

We measure our childrens’

growth by their height.

From abodes closer

and closer to the sky.

We talk them into believing that

life’s a mountain, to be climbed.

Many are left behind. Someone

else climbs over them.

But very few notice. Very few

question. As above, not so below.

- Subject: located.

- Bioparameters: transmitted.

- Scene: configuring.Officer: unauthorized presence in

deployment area. A “Synth” shaman.

Recovery Mission: top priority.

Presence: trivial. We proceed.

“I walk through

minefields”

Then you’ve

got a more exciting

job, buddy.

- Sewer pipes: open.

- Pods: engaged.

- Eightballs: in position.

Recovery Team:

in position.

Start in 5.

Level “A” cell: alert!

Many, many bodies.

Massive “Eightball”

presence!

I’d rather be

on disability.

Bye-bye…

daddy…

That blast!

But where…

Slowpoke!

There are bodies

to go! Bolt!

Hup hup

hup

And you, Ted...

what the fuck have

you done?!?

Data removal?

They’re erasing

something!

Well it won’t be lost

from everywhere.

What is it

now...?!

. . .C seven,

got it!

And now,

the hardware!

Fucking hellhole.

You destroyed my family,

my life!

A contribution

for Utopolis’

pets?

“Citycleaning”

office, please.

Do you have an

appointment?

No.

And what is

your business…?

My husband

is dead.

I am so sorry.

Do you have an

appointment?

My husband is

dead and his computer

comes to life for no

apparent reason…

I’m not

from Utopolis.

Not anymore.

…you’re erasing

any trace… I have

a right to know…!

Security.

Your business is

concluded.