A body on the sidewalk was a common sight by the time I moved into the Roosevelt. Some weren’t quite dead and would reach out at you, so it was best to walk in the street to keep your suit a little cleaner. The street was safe; the traffic had died with the people. Collectors had become as scarce as rain in the desert. Turns out there was a limit to what people would do for money after all. The dead littered the sidewalk like leaves in a New England fall, waiting to be collected. If nobody came, the thriving … Continue reading What Are They Eating on Mars These Days?