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 childrens' growth by their height . From abodes closer and closer to the sky . We t alk them into believin g that life's a mount ain, 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. - Biop aram eters: transmitted. - Scene: configurin g. Officer: unau thorized presen ce in deploy ent area. A "Synth" shaman. m 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. , Massive "Eightball" presen ce! I'd rather be on disability . - Sewer pipes: open. - Pods: en gaged. - Eightballs: in position. Recovery Team : in position. St art in 5. That blast! Bu t where... Bye- bye... d addy... Slowpoke! There are bodies to go! Bol t! Hup hup hup What is it now. . .?! Dat remov a al? They're erasin g som ethin g! And now, the hardware! Well it won't be lost from everywhere. . . .C seven, got it! Fuckin g hellhole. You destroyed my f amily , 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 appoint ent? m No. I am so sorry . Do you have an And what is your b usiness...? appoint ent? m My husband is dead and his compu ter com es to life for no app arent 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 any more.