It’s the dead of night. I’m making my way home, whistling, when suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A ring of chortling vegans emerges from the shadows and surrounds me, their grinning faces lit by the stark glow of overhead street lights. “We saw you eat that steak, Kent. You […]

via Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel — Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

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