It is not difficult for me to be finding hole in fence that is surrounding junkyard. There is footprint of many many people going through here so that when I am seeing it, it is looking like single groove in ground like mark made by tire.

I am slipping through and everything is smelling bad, like humans doing all of their living here. It is smelling like under Falomo Bridge but worse. And I am wondering if people are dying here too and they are being buried under metal.

Some things are tall tall above me and are blocking out light from moon, but I am still seeing everything. And some pieces of metal are crunching beneath my feet and I am thinking these are maybe small computers or hard drives, and then I am seeing on the ground and hanging from windows sometimes arm or leg, and they are metal like mine are when I am peeling back the skin.

I am searching and searching and I am hearing beep in my brain and I am seeing with camera in my mind certain pieces of metal and other pieces of metal and I am knowing what they are made of, what alloy they are being and what is their previous use. I am knowing this is being part of carbine rifle and I am knowing make and model and I am knowing this is part of undercarriage of spider mech and I am knowing this is piece of Bonder and this is arm and this is leg and this is broken braincase and—

I freeze. It is like root from tree is coming from ground and wrapping around my ankles, then my legs and my whole body.

I see it. It is being guarded by four soldier, and I am knowing their pattern of walking, and I am knowing how far each is going in each direction and where they are looking, and cone of light is forming in front of their face and I am knowing that this is their range of vision. I am thinking that I am knowing these thing because I am soldier once. But they are standing with their back to it, and even though it is night and even though moon is not shining on it, I am seeing it like it is daytime.

Xifeng’s trailer.