Amy

The Matter Transforming Machine

Billions of rays cut into the core of life, into its genes, like glass piercing flesh. They spark in the air and light up the horizon with a sickly glimmer whose color defies exact description. It is a heat that rots blood and bone. Its source flows through rivers, seeps from power stations, and drifts through the air carried on particles of dust that catch the red light of a falling sun and dimly glow like so many dying stars.