In this excerpt, Case describes the catastrophic events that spell the doom of the Information Society. Although his role as an early leader in the revolution thrust him into the front line of the struggle, there is little doubt that no other individual could have fulfilled his destiny. I scratch my fingers down her sides and she starts to quiver. Breath flows through her unevenly. I hold her tighter and bite.
Rusty coils squeak.
Bodies stretch, bodies shift, and she grabs the back of my head again, presses it closer to her, breathes louder and I claw deeper into her flesh. I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds. The mime held up crossed fingers then rushed me to the Gladiator's Tent. In subdued light a muscular torso with broad shoulders postured as if just risen to lead. But clutched in the crook of his arm like a football was the Gladiator's head.