Rachel Armstrong: Worldling
Rachel Armstrong: Worldling
Rachel Armstrong: Worldling
Worldling
“ The Biltong was dying. Huge and old, it squatted in the
center of the settlement park, a lump of ancient yellow
protoplasm, thick, gummy, opaque. Its pseudopodia were
dried up, shriveled to blackened snakes that lay inert on
the brown grass. The center of mass looked oddly sunken.
The Biltong was gradually settling as the moisture was
burned from its veins by the
weak overhead sun... The Biltong's central lump
undulated faintly. Sickly, restless heavings were noticeable
as it struggled to hold onto its dwindling life... On the
concrete platform, in front of the dying Biltong, lay a heap
of originals to be duplicated. Beside them, a few prints had
been commenced, unformed balls of black ash mixed with
the moisture of the Biltong's body, the juice from
which it laboriously constructed its prints.”
[[Dick, P.K. 1991. Pay for the Printer. In: Second Variety.
The collected stories of Philip K. Dick, Volume III. New
York: Citadel Twilight, pp. 239–252.]]