Free Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse by Stephen King, George R. R. Martin, Cory Doctorow

as more data spat into his heads-up display. "Nope, nothing. And no new alerts from any of the perimeter stations, either. We're alone."
    Lisa shook her head. "We should have just dropped a mini on it from base."
    Down in the valley, the bio-job's headlong run slowed to a trot. It seemed unaware of us. Closer now, we could make out its shape: A shaggy quadruped with a tail. 1 deadlocked hair dangled from its shanks like ornaments, tagged with tailings mud clods. It was stained around its legs from the acids of the catchment ponds, as though it had forded streams of urine. "That's one ugly bio-job," I said.
    Lisa shouldered her 101. "Bio-melt when I'm done with it."
    "Wait!" Jaak said. "Don't slag it!"
    Lisa glanced over at him, irritated. "What now?"
    "That's not a bio-job at all." Jaak whispered. "That's a dog."
    He stood suddenly and jumped over the hillside, running headlong down the scree toward the animal.
    "Wait!" Lisa called, but Jaak was already fully exposed and blurring to his top speed.
    The animal took one look at Jaak, whooping and hollering as he came roaring down the slope, then turned and ran. It was no match for Jaak. Half a minute later he overtook the animal.
    Lisa and I exchanged glances. "Well," she said, "it's awfully slow if it's a bio-job. I've seen centaurs walk faster."
    By the time we caught up with Jaak and the animal, Jaak had it cornered in a dull gully. The animal stood in the center of a trickling ditch of sludgy water, shaking and growling and baring its teeth at us as we surrounded it. It tried to break around us, but Jaak kept it corralled easily.
    Up close, the animal seemed even more pathetic than from a distance, a good thirty kilos of snarling mange. Its paws were slashed and bloody and patches of fur were torn away, revealing festering chemical burns underneath.
    "I'll be damned," I breathed, staring at the animal. "It really looks like a dog."
    Jaak grinned. "It's like finding a goddamn dinosaur."
    "How could it live out here?" Lisa's arm swept the horizon. "There's nothing to live on. It's got to be modified." She studied it closely, then glanced at Jaak. "Are you sure nothing's coming in on the perimeter? This isn't some kind of decoy?"
    Jaak shook his head. "Nothing. Not even a peep."
    I leaned in toward the creature. It bared its teeth in a rictus of hatred. "It's pretty beat up. Maybe it's the real thing."
    Jaak said, "Oh yeah, it's the real thing all right. I saw a dog in a zoo once. I'm telling you, this is a dog."
    Lisa shook her head. "It can't be. It would be dead, if it were a real dog."
    Jaak just grinned and shook his head. "No way. Look at it." He reached out to push the hair out of the animal's face so that we could see its muzzle.
    The animal lunged and its teeth sank into Jaak's arm. It shook his arm violently, growling as Jaak stared down at the creature latched onto his flesh. It yanked its head back and forth, trying to tear Jaak's arm off. Blood spurted around its muzzle as its teeth found Jaak's arteries.
    Jaak laughed. His bleeding stopped. "Damn. Check that out." He lifted his arm until the animal dangled fully out of the stream, dripping. "I got me a pet."
    The dog swung from the thick bough of Jaak's arm. It tried to shake his arm tAtnp aanin. hut its movements were ineffectual now that it hung off the ground.
    Even Lisa smiled.
    "Must be a bummer to wake up and find out you're at the end of your evolutionary curve."
    The dog growled, determined to hang on.
    Jaak laughed and drew his monomol knife. "Here you go, doggy." He sliced his arm off, leaving it in the bewildered animal's mouth.
    Lisa cocked her head. "You think we could make some kind of money on it?"
    Jaak watched as the dog devoured his severed arm. "I read somewhere that they used to eat dogs. I wonder what they taste like."
    I checked the time in my heads-up display. We'd already killed an hour on an exercise that wasn't giving any bonuses. "Get your dog, Jaak, and get it on the hunter. We aren't