You’d think you’d remember what it’s like on the outside. The fine nuclear dust that cakes your nostrils. The wails of rabbis seeing out the Shabbos. The pale edges of a sunset simmering in the toxic dusk. You’d think you’d remember what it’s like to stand with your Eight legs on the streets of Jerusalem after the Bomb fell. We hadn’t left the bunker in months. But then he stumbled through the airlock. A man with just Two legs. And only one consciousness inside his head. The Man with Two Legs is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi short about finding connection in a world gone mad; but not with a Six. Never trust a Six.