![]() ![]() ![]() Tall and thin, reddish hair, and a face covered with freckles. Cheng Shi-Xu thought that Cécile was very pretty. On his belly, in gray plastic letters, were the words Rappelez‑vous toujour. ![]() He was a panda kentuki, covered end to end in fuchsia and turquoise felt. ![]() As soon as the K7833962’s connection was established, she picked him up and carried him into the bathroom, then held him up in front of the mirror, and then Cheng Shi-Xu could see everything. Her name was Cécile and she had received him on her fortieth birthday he wasn’t exactly a birthday present, but Cheng Shi-Xu didn’t know that yet. The first thing that happened was that he met his kentuki’s keeper. For over a month now, though, Cheng Shi-Xu had been focused on something new: he was experiencing the birth of a great love, perhaps the most authentic and inexplicable of his life. “So this is how you’re going to let yourself die?” his mother asked him over the phone, perhaps because she really had been working on her own death for years now, though he was always too busy to notice. His bank account balance was shrinking every day, his friends almost never called anymore, and all the fast food was burning a hole in his stomach. Since then, he’d spent over ten hours a day at his computer. Cheng shi‑xu had bought a kentuki card and established a connection with a device in Lyon. ![]()
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