"Last Man on Earth" by Brendan Day, Polyphony 2

I just had to quote this spectacular passage of characterization:

[Liddy] was smartly dressed, but she didn't look like someone who worked in an office. She could have been pinned together by the stripes of her suit. Loosen her tie and she would fall apart.

"Liddy, meet Mr. Davison."

"Davis," [Davison] said, holding out his hand. She took it, examined it, and returned it.

The genre could use a lot more passages like this. This may be Day's only published story, which is a shame. At Clarion, he wrote a pair of interesting machine-religion-in-the-far-future stories that I thought utterly original and imaginative--a kind of Escher painting you want to keep turning for another look.