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PHARMAKON, PHARMAKON
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PHARMAKON, PHARMAKON
by M. Stern
How the neighborhood kids got their hands on those things, let alone fig-ured out using them, was a mystery to Luis. Awoken by the after-school noise, he made his peace with the interruption of his nap, walked to the window of the small Rygian apartment and watched.
In the center of a circle of teenagers stood a kid with each foot on a separate, thin, black circular platform. The kid crouched, then jumped. A wave bubbled from the left plat-form, rendering it parabolic and throwing the kid about six feet up in the air. At the apex of the jump, eyes filled with concentra-tion, he bicycle kicked into a backflip. Then hurtling straight downward, he pointed his left index finger in front of him. Before col-liding with the ground,
