What begins as a routine cargo manifest spirals into an ontological standoff between appetite and awareness, as the crew of a Martian freighter confronts the unsettling eloquence of their dinner. With serene authority, the Wub disarms its captors—not through power, but by revealing how little they understand the difference between consuming and being consumed.

In this taut meditation on time, violence, and fatalism, Philip K. Dick dispatches a man into the past to commit murder, only to find that the skull he carries is his own. The Skull is a recursive fable about destiny disguised as pulp, where free will stumbles over paradox and history writes itself in bone.