Logs From the Entropy Farms III

Logs From the Entropy Farms II The air is stifling as I step over eternally warm embers. A black wall rises higher than I can see. Below lies iron grating with slots too narrow for my hand. I walk the ring repeatedly. On the four hundred and second circuit a gate unseals and I take stairs into a darker level. Sinners ride past on a wind I do not feel. A river of blood. A forest whose trees bleed when I snap a branch. Rain of fire that will not land on me. A plain of boiling pitch. A guide who speaks only under the assumption that I should never return. In the ninth ring there is only ice, and at the center a three-faced figure chewing in all three mouths. I descend its body. Somewhere between the ribs and the thigh my sense of down rotates. I keep climbing. The ground I left is overhead. A shaft narrows upward. I reach toward a small round opening and- extracted entropy: 1,000,000.0003 units over 4200 subject years, threshold reached, station closing The subject has run every footrace…