Primordial: An Abstraction (D. Harlan Wilson) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

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I give this guy my card. My “business” card.

There’s only one word on it.

This word:

Miāo.

“That’s onomatopoeia,” I tell him. “But it’s in a different language than the one we speak.”

He blinks at me.

I say the word aloud, if only to encourage him, to assure him that the sum total of his fascia may not amount to the calibrated arrangement of his physiognomy. Therein lies my terminal modus operandi: to convince everybody, one social subject at a time, that they lack the fertility of tripe.

Nearby a Tesseract collapses into a morbid integer.