District 9 [RECOMMENDED]

My left arm is gone now. There is a claw. It types faster. It also... remembers. I remember hating them. But my claw remembers flying between the rings of a gas giant.

While District 9 is celebrated for its apartheid allegory and visceral action, its emotional core is the tragic arc of Wikus van der Merwe. He begins as a painfully average, slightly obnoxious middle-manager for Multi-National United (MNU). He is not a hero; he is a complicit cog in the machine of oppression. District 9

The fluid is changing my dreams. I dream of metal honeycombs and a liquid that isn't water. I understand why Christopher wants to go home. It smells like burnt sugar and ozone. My left arm is gone now