Non-Sequential Sci-Fi Trilogy

1

I am alone beneath the hostile city lights. They are electric and they bore through me like a million drills. They are the fingers of machines and I am subject to their probing. I am alone at the base of all of these towers. I am alone.

 

2

Everything is made of huge machines that are made of tiny living things that get born and die but never leave. The fat of their money becomes oil and grease and their prosthetic parts and electronic implants are removed so that they can be used again.

 

3

Huge fires swept in from the west, and as our cities burned we escaped through thick wires like bloody cords, and we found ourselves trapped behind screens.

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