Symbiont
June, 1985
Ten years later, when I was long out of the Service and working the turnaround wheel at Betelgeuse Station, Fazio still haunted me. Not that he was dead. Other people get haunted by dead men; I was haunted by a live one. It would have been a lot better for both of us if he had been dead; but as far as I knew, Fazio was still alive.He'd been haunting me a long while. Three or four times a year, his little dry, thin voice would come out of nowhere and I'd hear him telling me again, "Before we...
