Some Friday Fiction For You
And so I resurface. Finally got rid of the sinus-infection-that-became-an-ear-infection that wouldn’t go away. Azithromycin did the trick, but I wasn’t sure it would for a bit. Incubating the next superbug, that’s me.
John Carpenter’s The Thing is an old pleasure. This story, by Peter Watts, is an excellent take on it. Go read. Lots of great lines; my favorite is:
I shared my flesh with thinking cancer.
h/t: Wil Wheaton.
