Neurofinancer
In the grip of a recurring dream, Jayce saw the neon unfolding origami trick reveal it's coming shape, creasing and folding, a paper airplane. Smoke billowing from two towers, parachutes the color of Visa cards, woven of strands of fine print, and tricks more subtle still. From the black hearts of square pyramids, giant squid burst forth, escape the raging mob in a cloud of shadow economics and CNN apocalypse babble. Below, hordes of mindless zombies, their eyes glazed orbs filled with television, shamble in waves through the streets of New York. They follow the Zombie Master, wrapped in a flag, pointing the way with a cross, as he leads the zombies into a red white and blue factory. Inside, the zombies are chopped, ground and made into wafers the color of money, then piped into the dark pyramids, war machines in distant lands, and into the mouth of the Zombie Master and his cephalopodic brethren. The few remaining humans still with brains intact scream desperately upon deaf zombie ears, plead for them to stop and think, to realize the doom they are blindly stumbling into. But the zombies only groan and eat the brains of the humans, carry their bodies along into the factory. The squids' tentacles strangle Jayce's mother, tear her from the IV in her hospital bed, rip her worthless home off its worthless foundation. They eat her alive as he stands there, doing nothing. Willing his feet to move, his hands to reach out, his vocal chords to scream 'no', her name, something, anything. But his body remains silent. "Eat me, you fuckers!" Ignoring even his attempts to cry.
The city is quarantined; bridges out of the island are mined and walled off, the surrounding waters hum with fatal electricity, radar-armed helicopters circle continuously, and officers with night vision are posted at towers, ordered to shoot on sight anything attempting to escape. Snake Pilskin crawls out of Lady Liberty's empty eye socket, covered in blood, grime and scars. "This is your boom stick, Jayce."
"What do I do with it?"
"One of them tries to eat you? You stick it in their mouth, pull the trigger."
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The city is quarantined; bridges out of the island are mined and walled off, the surrounding waters hum with fatal electricity, radar-armed helicopters circle continuously, and officers with night vision are posted at towers, ordered to shoot on sight anything attempting to escape. Snake Pilskin crawls out of Lady Liberty's empty eye socket, covered in blood, grime and scars. "This is your boom stick, Jayce."
"What do I do with it?"
"One of them tries to eat you? You stick it in their mouth, pull the trigger."
Read the rest of the episode...

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