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TREVOR WALKER
by Sean Landers
I had never seen him in person, but from the one picture I saw of him, I remarked to him thoughtfuly that he looked like William Gibson had eaten Bruce Sterling. (I thought that it was a particularly witty remark, but I suppose that says more about me than it does about him.) He lived in Oklahoma, near a refinery that was on fire, where the sky was perpetually black with soot and doom, and indeed, to him, seemed ripe to fall at any moment. Not that he was a Chicken Little, no sir, it was just that Trevor seemed to live with acceptance of the fact that his life was in constant peril from invisible forces; that his soul was doomed; that he was in fact damned; and plotted against; and hated. He spoke frequently of a desire to kill himself, but I thought it far more likely that he would end up sending someone else along before him to scout out the terrain. An old wives tale says that the people you kill in this life become your slaves in the next life. I think Trevor believed it.
by Sean Landers
I had never seen him in person, but from the one picture I saw of him, I remarked to him thoughtfuly that he looked like William Gibson had eaten Bruce Sterling. (I thought that it was a particularly witty remark, but I suppose that says more about me than it does about him.) He lived in Oklahoma, near a refinery that was on fire, where the sky was perpetually black with soot and doom, and indeed, to him, seemed ripe to fall at any moment. Not that he was a Chicken Little, no sir, it was just that Trevor seemed to live with acceptance of the fact that his life was in constant peril from invisible forces; that his soul was doomed; that he was in fact damned; and plotted against; and hated. He spoke frequently of a desire to kill himself, but I thought it far more likely that he would end up sending someone else along before him to scout out the terrain. An old wives tale says that the people you kill in this life become your slaves in the next life. I think Trevor believed it.