// Unobtainium
Science fiction always begins after an unethical decision. For the greater good, greater bad, greater neutrality of some alien race who may or may not have feet or heads or elbows. Or people who may or may not have butts or faces or conscience. Great heroes to save lovers, brothers, whole worlds, cats in trees. Villains with death rays and bottomless pockets to build …
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It would be nice, all these years later, for her to write down how it got to this point. But on her page, there are only the words of Leonard Cohen—words, it seems, everyone quotes now: There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. She painted yellow and green and blue around the words, to make them her own.
Her throat is …
“A blonde walks into a library—” The man starts then stops.
He is a man with a big belly in a dark, baggy sweatsuit, only slightly taller than me, and he has parked his half-sized cart in my path. Surrounded by a rainbow of grocery-store produce, we stand in a band of green, between bunches of cut asparagus upright in stagnant water and mounds of round …
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