The Illustrated Man

Yet the Illustrated Man has tried to burn the illustrations off. He's tried sandpaper, acid, and a knife. Because, as the sun sets, the pictures glow like charcoals, like scattered gems. They quiver and come to life. Tiny pink hands gesture, tiny mouths flicker as the figures enact their stories - voices rise, small and muted, predicting the future.

Here are sixteen tales: sixteen illustrations... the seventeenth is your own future told on the skin of the Illustrated Man.