Pepper soup was the first thing he ate at Zlademic’s, and the first food from home he tried to eat in Groznagrad. He had been only two days out of detention and a few hours from the refugee office, with his resettlement allowance in his pocket and no idea how anything in this strange place worked.

I tried to do what I was nominally hired to do. I tried to grow knowledge trees

I walk the cyborgs to their slaughterhouse

Welcome, fellow walkers of the jianghu.