Status Updates From Point Omega

"The climate," I said.
"The climate."
"The asteroid," I said.
"The asteroid, the meteorite. What else?"
"Famine, worldwide."
"Famine," he said. "What else?"
"Give me a minute."
"Never mind. Because this isn't interesting to me. I have no use for this. We need to think beyond this."
I didn't want him to stop. We sat drinking quietly and I tried to think of further workable prospects for the end of human life on earth.

The guard faced the edge of the screen but was looking nowhere, looking at whatever museum guards look at when a room stands empty.

Вайби Бекета "Уот" приправленні піковим Делілло аля "Мао ІІ".

Як же я скучив за новим перекладеним на українську Делілло!

"I was drinking vodka with orange juice and melted ice. The drink was at that stage in the life of a drink when you take the last bland sip and fade into rueful introspection, somewhere between self-pity and self-accusation"