Talks With Rocifers

To Mike's surprise, the Rocifer leapt forward and sank its jaws into his neck.

"I'm sorry" was the last thing Mike heard "But I must do this to save my unborn..."

Over the next few hours Mike was digested, as the Rocifer (much as starving children in India who are taught to visualize every crumb of bread as a universe in itself) chewed each mouthful slowly, careful to extract every last precious nutrient from Mike's flesh.

1. Out of Mike's remains rises his karmic residue...

Add New Option

Go Back

View Forward Story Tree
View Back Story Tree