Uma viagem à cidade (também conhecida como "Poderia ser qualquer coisa ") por Keith Laumer. Originalmente lido por mim em Nove por Laumer . Disponível no Project Gutenberg .
He was looking down into a great dark pit, acres in extent, its sides riddled with holes, the amputated ends of water and sewage lines and power cables dangling. Far below light glistened from the surface of a black pool. A few feet away the waitress stood unmoving in the dark on a narrow strip of linoleum. At her feet the chasm yawned. The edge of the floor was ragged, as though it had been gnawed away by rats. There was no sign of Dhuva.