Dead Pig Collector - Signed Limited Edition

Sep 29, 2026

Dead Pig Collector follows Mister Sun as he emerges from the shiny, wet daylight of LAX after forty thousand seconds of travel, carrying only exhaustion and a long pause between moments. In Los Angeles he settles into familiar light, prepares a cigarette, and watches his new phone connect to local 4G while an app displays photos briefly before securely deleting them. The opening frames time as something running away, revealing quiet routines, detachment, and uncertainty about client messages.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages48

Reading Time1 h 14 min

AccessFree to download

Opening Arrival

Forty Thousand Seconds and Time Pressure

Mister Sun’s Routine and Phones

十 uoda E4DCOLLECT0R WARREN [LLIJ SUBTERRANEAN PRESS 2018 Dead Pig Collector Copyright ◎2013 by Warren EllisAll rights reserved. Cover illustration Copyright C2018 by Molly Crabapple,Inc.All rights reserved. Interior design Copyright 2018 by Desert Isle Design,LLC.All rights reserved. Signed Limited Edition ISBN978-1-59606-754-7 Subterranean PressPO Box 190106Burton,MI 48519 subterraneanpress.com Manufactured in the United States of America JSTE SiNwas almost fortythousand seconds behind the momentwhen he finally emerged from theshiny,sad pens of LAX into the wetheat of the late afternoon.It takes forty thousand sec-onds,more or less,to fly from London to Los Angeles andthen negotiate the boxes and runs of the airport.That'show he thought of it.Eleven hours would be a sleep ofexhaustion and a leisurely breakfast.It didn’t carry asense of urgency.Forty thousand seconds sounded to himlike time running away without him,leaving him stuckin a dim and disconnected past.A lot could happen inforty thousand seconds. Mister Sun put his shades on.It had been winter inBritain for the previous eighteen months or so,and heonly saw authentic daylight when he traveled,or on tele-vision.Los Angeles light,stinging as it was,had a familiarquality to him.It was a strange thing,he reflected,to WARREN [LL1J recognize a certain flavor of daylight from afternoon flmsin the Sundays of his childhood. He'd already lifted his packet of cigarettes and hislighter from the top pocket of his rollaboard bag.Thelighter was a gift from one of his apparent legion of unclesand aunts who'd pass through London on their way fromChina to God-only-knew where.A flat,two-inch-longbar that charged by USB,it featured an ultraviolet lightfor finding the watermark on paper money as well asa button-operated cigarette-lighting coil.Mister Sunhad,in 2009,owned a cigarette-lighting cell phone—aChinese SB6309 with the hot coil under a slide-awayplate on the bottom of the phone's back.He'd loved thatstupid phone,but business had eventually demandedthat he use something smarter.He'd never thrown thatphone away,though,and when at home he sometimestook it from his drawer and lighted a Dunhill with it justto experience that gentle and amused pleasure again.Itwas a unique thing;a placid joy unlike anything else inhis personal or professional life. It usually took Mister Sun about four minutes tosmoke a cigarette.Another two hundred and forty sec-onds burned.As he smoked,he watched his currentphone,quite smart but entirely charmless,finally findthe local 4G.He opened an app that displayed photosfor only ten seconds before securely deleting them.Therewas no communication therein from his client.He found

FAQs

What time interval does Mister Sun feel behind when he finally emerges at LAX?

He is almost forty thousand seconds behind the moment when he finally emerges.

How does Mister Sun describe the idea of forty thousand seconds?

It feels like time running away without him, letting him get stuck in a disconnected past where a lot could happen.

What happens to the photos displayed in Mister Sun’s app?

The app shows photos for only ten seconds, then securely deletes them.

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