...(Next,) The ancient brazier hummed with xtremely modern
circuitry. A sphere of dark sheen and refraced silence xpanded
until it filled the parlor, aquifying the kitchen noises. Lastly,
a piebald light above the brazier morphed into a carp.
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as in the fish. A
pearl- and- tangerine,
half- meter- long
One lazy slap of its tail propelled the fish toward me. Roots
of water lilies parted as it moved. Its ancient eyes read mine,
its lateral fins rippled. The carp sank a few centimeters to
read my collar, and I heard my name spoken by an old man.
from "An Orison of Sonmi-451", Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. Styled && coded by Lillie Bahrami