I give the golem an amber gaze of deep-set LEDs under a simian brow. Into a body of wadded Hudson clay, garbage bags, and discarded technology, I set a folded esoteric star.
“Wake up, Trash Man.”
An array of cracked smartphones flicker on.
“There’s murder to do.”
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