”“I know that. He had always had some nebulous idea of the form his wake-up would take and it was not at all like this. They’d camp in a place like this till they wore off all the hidden. The dead man muttered something and looked back toward Dottie with his usual puppy-dog longing, but made no discernable attempt to resist.
“Hey!” Victor made a grab for the flask, but she straight-armed him and drank it dry. And without exception each machine analysed its situation and came to the same conclusion. Jim Hawkins, “Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Matter,” Interzone 229. The dead tell the living where to walk, and the living never realize that that’s what they are doing, and it’s like that everywhere and with everything, always.
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