[I]s a trobled with the cough a the Lunges ſtill? does he hawke anights ſtill?

By the end of the season, my pod count finalized at 781 pods, or approximately thirteen pounds of superhots.

The highway to the East Coast which ran through the borough of Ebbfield had always been a main road and even now, despite the vast garages, the pylons and the gaily painted factory glasshouses which had sprung up beside it, there still remained an occasional trace of past cultures.

They went through the motions of living, but they didn't live.