some entirely seperate way
there’s a giant transmitter just down the street. some of the kids go
out when the stormclouds come in and stand inside it, on the concrete,
hoping in the way kids do that lightning will hit it and they will have
confirmed their long-promised legacy of immortality. i don’t think i’ve
ever seen lightning hit that tower, however, and i’ve been out here for
nearly a decade. there is a chunk of overturned abandoned farm-mecha
stuck out in the field, its transformable talons broken on the
outcropping of rocks, and i have seen the lightning hit that, seen it
close enough to smell it, the cable-tendons pulling taut like a
suspension bridge just before it collapses.
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