Dadatu: 98

And somewhere in the dark, the killer on Mars heard the static rise.

“Not a song,” Dadatu wrote. “A scream. The planet was not dying. It was being murdered. The killer wore human skin. The killer is still alive.” Dadatu 98

“Day 1,492: The salt flats remember the sea. I do not remember my maker. But I remember the song.” And somewhere in the dark, the killer on