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byphotograph Henry Horenstein THE BIRD IS A BEAUTIFUL SILVER-GRAY, AND AS SHE DIES twitching in the lasernet I’m grateful for two things: First, that she didn’t make a sound. Second, that this will be the very last time. They’re called corpse doves—because the darkest part of their gray plumage surrounds the lighter part, giving the impression that skeleton faces are peeking out from behind trash cans and bushes—and their crime is having the ability to carry diseases that would be compatible with humans. I open my hand, trig- gering the display from my imprinted handheld, and record an image to verify the elimination. …