Excerpt: Skylines

I will be the first to say, that like many people still living in the New World today, I've seen my fair share of what can only be described as Weird Shit.

I've seen cities literally sink into the ground, folding up and disappearing into the earth with their inhabitants still inside. Watched someone reattach their arm at the shoulder with plasters and duct tape and be none the worse for wear. Ran from insane tribes of many eyed children who eat people alive, watched people kill over dead cellphone batteries and paperclip chains, and felt the rather disconcerting feeling that, in hindsight, I can only assume was someone trying to devour my soul.

Still, this place manages to rate pretty high on my Weird Shit scale.

Tentacle-like protrusions from the ground and improbable archiecture aside, everything looks so... intact, almost. Sure, we passed a couple of dried pools of blood on the way in, some long streaks where bodies had been dragged some ways, but the bodies, like the rest of the carnage, just weren't here anymore. And after we'd descended down here, well. It wasn't really the pristineness as much as how the artificial seemed to be living. I leaned against one of the tall, coloured trunks that stretched up into the high vaulted ceiling above us, and I swear I could feel it breathe.

Now that, good sir, is Weird Shit.