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Kaijuville

Catastrophic events have repeatedly eliminated most of the life on earth, leaving the remainder to mutate frantically until it finds new forms in which to survive, rebuild, and spread again.

Ideas do the same thing.

“Does every giant-monster-mutation experiment group have to fit your politically correct standards?” snaps Juniper.

Behind them, primeval kaiju bat at F-14s. Akikai takes a ReversoRay blast and shrinks, squeaking, down into his pink bipedal form; he blushes and covers himself.

“Well, yes,” says Kliptus, “so things like the Tuskegee study–”

“That’s different,” says Juniper, as something squirms and wriggles in his head, trying to evolve.

Krebs

Krebs skids to a stop in front of the dressing room door as Bridezilla lurches out, arms stiff, wrists limp, her beehive streaked with white. They scramble the other way, but their way is blocked by another monster: desiccated, moaning, wrapped head to toe with belts.

“Yoiks, Scoob!” Krebs whimpers, clutching the Great Dane. The Great Dane pees everywhere.

The closet doors open, and a deathly queen emerges: pale and statuesque, twin stilettos curving wickedly down from her grin. She looks at them as if flaying them in her mind.

“Children of the night,” laughs Blahnikula. “Vhat shoes you will make!”

How It Really Would Have Happened

“You,” says Paris, “you’re the most beautiful.”

Aphrodite beams. “Set sail for Troy,” she says, “and she will be yours,” and vanishes.

The other two remain, glowering.

“My apologies, great Hera, mighty Athena!” says Paris. “But the three of you did ask me to choose, and it isn’t as if I could pick more than–”

Flames lick up around him. Aphrodite reappears, frantic, but Hera holds her back. Athena is growing taller, and the sky is growing dark.

“Perhaps you have misunderstood,” she booms, enormous, “what it means to be a fucking god,” and reaches down with her smiting hand.

Efrem

“I think this thing is broken,” says Efrem.

“Don’t flap your dongle at me,” says Vicki.

“It’s supposed to change every whatever minutes so it stays secure, but it’s been stuck on this for like two days,” he says, holding up gray plastic key on its silver ring. There’s a little old-style numeric LCD on one side.

“I bet you got one of the prank ones.”

“What? They don’t make those.” He frowns. “They make those?”

“What’s it say right now?”

“5318008,” Efrem reads aloud.

“Turn it upside-down,” sighs Vicki.

“What?” says Efrem.

“Oh come on,” he says, a minute later.

Keeley

It isn’t until she’s seventeen that Keeley comes to understand that there really are ghosts in the carnival, and that they like drugs.

She doesn’t learn this, alas, while on them herself. She goes out with some townie skaters and comes back with the moon high and bright to find Chuy (the dog trainer’s apprentice) huddled over, surrounded by shadows with burning eyes.

“Shoo!” says Keeley, because it’s the word that comes out of her mouth.

The ghosts flee like roaches. Chuy stays huddled. Keeley kneels down next to him and takes the bottle of acetone from his warm, moist hands.

Branford

“The horrific disaster at this photo shop has left ten thumbless,” says Branford in his most serious news voice, “as well as four without reflections, one heavily aliased, and two—yes, two with fake heads.”

“A tragedy,” confirms Susie at the anchor desk. “We’re also hearing that there may be some dead pixels?”

“Yes–I can tell from seeing quite a few such shops in my time.”

“Absolutely horrific. All right, Branford, we’ll be checking in with you later to explore each successive layer of this story–”

Branford winces. “When this airs,” he says, “you might want to filter that out.”

Leech

When you begin to bleed with the moon you leave the Ferrarium and go to the city. You are given twenty gold lakshmis and a room, and you make a life for yourself. This is iron fact, to Leech. When her best friend Poiesia left her behind, Leech gave her a bracelet for luck: copper wire, hand-wound around a little orange gem.

The trouble all begins when she sees it around a Honcho’s wrist. As she tears the transfusion line from his arm, deaf to his squeals, she understands that her world is changing. His hot red blood anoints her face.

Randolph

Until a man turns twenty-five (so Stephenson sayeth) he believes he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world, and the reason for this is simple: the young man questing against evil is omnipresent in Western literary myth. Randolph, for instance, is on a quest, though he’d never articulate it as such. He’s biding his time, clocking in at the code mill, waiting for portents and wisely noting things he sees in MMA.

Young women who read the right books come to this belief as well, of course. But they face another evil, differentiated by the fact that it is real.

Sara

“There are idiots trying to kill me,” Sara says to Yerucham, across the narrow table.

“I know nothing about that,” says Yerucham. “Pickle?”

“You sure? It sounds like your style.”

“Sara!” he says, genuinely hurt, and not just in the fake way that “genuinely hurt” usually implies. “You and I, we have an arrangement.”

“Then you need to arrange to find out who else is in town, and pissed.”

“Yes, yes. I will email. But for the latter, it’s probably Nasser.”

“What? Why?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Damascus.”

“Oh,” she says. “You heard about that?”

He grins.

“Christ,” she mutters, “men.”

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