The King's Music Box
Oh! Justice jumped, spilling the two hundred year-old cabernet all over his ratty clothes. Yknow what we got here, fellas?
The other two looked at him. He was grinning like a fool, strings of diamonds draped over his neck and clothes dark with wine.
We done confiscated the kings music box!
Music box? Burgess arched a brow.
Saw it on the Web-waves. Reaching a grubby hand out, Justice touched the glass. Its old. Worth millions, I reckon.
Citizen ran a hand over his chin. The rings on his fingers glistened. Worth more than the crown jewels themselves?
Not sure, but its worth lots. And hell, anythingll help the revlution. Justice nudged Burgess with a knowing elbow. Eh?
But Burgess was staring into the dome. There was a boy inside, sitting on a small patch of marble. A violin lay beside him. The childs eyes held such sadness, it hurt to look
Angel of Time
A man lay limp in my arms. The body of a little boy was sprawled a few feet away from us, his young face motionless against the blood-stained earth.
I will stay with you through this. I said, stroking the mans face very gently. I wont leave you.
He coughed a little, grit his teeth.
This was my least favorite part. I had only seen an unmaking twice before this. Its different from death. In an unmaking, the body disintegrates before your very eyes. The DNA in every cell actually unwinds, each reverting to a more primitive state until they cannot hold a recognizable form, cannot continue to function as a complex whole organism. Its a relatively quick process compared to the amount of time it takes a human being to develop over the course of a lifetime. The rate of change is comparable to the development of a fetus, only in reverse -- cells dissolving at breakneck speed. I watched the wrinkles fading from his face.Very soon this man would be