In the Middle Ages, in Europe, “thousands of Egyptian mummies preserved in bitumen were ground up and sold as medicine”.[34] The practice developed into a wide-scale business which flourished until the late 16th century. This “fad” ended because the mummies were revealed to actually be recently killed slaves. Two centuries ago, mummies were still believed to have medicinal properties against bleeding, and were sold as pharmaceuticals in powdered form (see human mummy confection).

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The Epic of Gilgamesh of ancient Sumer includes a mention of zombies. Ishtar, in the fury of vengeance says:

Father give me the Bull of Heaven,
So he can kill Gilgamesh in his dwelling.
If you do not give me the Bull of Heaven,
I will knock down the Gates of the Netherworld,
I will smash the doorposts, and leave the doors flat down,
and will let the dead go up to eat the living!
And the dead will outnumber the living!

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When Jack came to town, he’d already gotten used to their fleshy feel and weird smells. The fact that they passed by and faded at what seemed to him an incredible rate. They were so excited, so very quick to do this or that and so very quick to abandon whatever it was. And it wasn’t falling in love with one of them that surprised him. He’d done it a number of times, over and over again.

He thought it might be the way that those among them that had pets felt, getting similar animals. Sometimes there were weird moments of familiarity and deja vu, but he realized that was probably just coincidence. Centuries of experience had taught him that coincidence came easier with age, simply as a matter of statistical probability. But he could see why some of them believed in reincarnation.

Jack had met her in the BookHaus. He’d been glancing through a dictionary of hypothetical Indo-European words and grammar. (It seemed mostly correct, thought some words were just wildly off. But not a bad effort, from what he could remember of those early days when the men in the wheeled carts had first swept into his people’s lands.) She was sorting throught the new arrivals, a book junkie for sure. She’d spotted what he was looking at, and he could she was tell she was waiting for him to put it down so she could get a look at it.

He smiled and handed it to her.

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