before them was nothing but open desert and the Kaslan Mountains in the distance. As the horses drank, the group ate some bread and meat Count Non had traded for in one of the street markets. The meat was stringy, but spicy and rich tasting. Spyder started to ask what kind of meat it was, but decided to leave well enough alone.
"Hows your hand?" asked Lulu, between mouthfuls of bread.
"Its all right. The Count put on some ranch dressing-smelling goo. It doesnt even hardly hurt," said Spyder, flexing his fingers.
"You see the fight barkers back in Berenice?"
"Think I mustve missed them. "
"Damn. Youdve loved it. After you took off, the Count and me were kind of looking for you. We went down this one street and theres all these sideshow freaks and retards in a big metal pen with all these locals staring em down. Pinheads. Guys with arms where their legs should be. Or their bodies stop just south of their nipples. Monster-headed hydrocephalic shemales. Its totally Tod Browning. And the real twisted part? These freaks fight each other while the barkers take bets!"
"And I thought I was having a twisted time. "
"It gets worse," said Lulu. "I asked some old guy what the deal was. He said they were the broken memories. Like the memories of schizos or dying people. Theyre like the deranged homeless of Berenice, roaming the streets, attacking each other and normal memories. I guess some humans figured how to make some money off em. Youd never guess those shiny, happy people would be into that, would you? I mean, all those clean, straight streets, and heres the guy who made your shoes betting that the blind geek in the corner can bite the fingers off the legless tranny.
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