The Body Snatchers #1
A retro taste and visionary science fiction saga . Ecumenopolis. Futuristic metropolis where the bodies disappear, a city whose foundations are undermined by an internal threat. A civil war between castes, and Eightball Black, Aristoi, Cives, Bodysnatchers, shamans and Eightball White.
We spend our life lookin g upward. We m easure our childrensâ€™ growth by their height. From abodes closer and closer to the sky. We talk them into believin g that lifeâ€™s a mountain, to be climbed. Many are left behind. Som eone else climbs over them. Bu t very few notice. Very few question. As above, not so below. - S ubject: located. - Bioparam eters: transmitted. Officer: unau thorized presen ce in - Scene: configurin g. deploym ent area. A “Synth” shaman. Recovery Mission : top priority. Presen ce: trivial. We proceed. “I walk through minefields” Then you’ve got a more excitin g job, b uddy. Level “A” cell: alert! Many, many bodies. I’d rather be Massive “Eightball” on disability. presen ce! - Sewer pipes: open. - Pods: en gaged. - Eightballs: in position. Recovery Team : in position. Start in 5. That blast! Bu t where… Bye- bye… daddy… Slowpoke! There are bodies to go! Bolt! Hup hup hup What is it now. . .?! Data removal? Theyâ€™re erasin g som ethin g! And now, the hardware! Well it wonâ€™t be lost from everywhere. . . .C seven, got it! Fuckin g hellhole. You destroyed my family, my life! And you, Ted. . . what the fuck have you done?!? A contrib u tion for Utopolis’ pets? “Citycleanin g” office, please. Do you have an appointm ent? No. I am so sorry. Do you have an And what is your b usiness…? appointm ent? My husband is dead and his compu ter com es to life for no apparent reason… My husband is dead. Security. Your b usiness is con cluded. …you’re erasin g any trace… I have a right to know…! I’m not from Utopolis. Not anymore.