Chapter 6

1 The resistance dissolved: 2 salt in the wound was found suitable 3 to augment

the rations; 4 sleeping dogs, presumably dead, bloated the black markets. 5 It was

a confusing time. 6 The machine constantly rearranged 7 the files: no one knew 8 who

owned their lungs or 9 to whom they’d pledged 10 their children. 11 Even the

wrenchmen—the once-compilers 12 of the abuses, 13 the once-builders 14 of the

catalytic Arc— 15 started missing the touch, 16 the directive fingers 17 of the machine

18 lapping 19 at their wrists, 20 always present 21 to refasten a flailing barcode

or 22 implant new gears. 23 This was when the people 23 backslid, 25 forgot

6 it’d been the machine 26 who scooped up 27 their only brother, appropriating him,

28 save that one 29 good rib 30 which was nailed 31 to the doorpost