1990, César Ruiz Aquino, Chronicles of suspicion, page 187:
We are reduced to knowing that he is only a poor, demented as if the encounter, loonily triumphant as it is, proves to be unworthy of homunculus and the hallucination is a hallucination is a hallucination — if the encounter, loonily triumphant as it is, proves to be unworthy of fantasy, that he bowls us over, that he is - as we now say - fantastic.
1996 — ... it is making desperate attempts to survive, producing strange homunculi in the alchemical laboratories of the spirit. — Victor Pelevin, Crystal World, 1994. Translated from Russian by Andrew Bromfield
“Well, I'll tell you something. You are not getting your hands on my monster, my greatest creation to date. You will not be using him as your meat puppet.” “You think I'd want this wretched homunculus for a body?” “I right here.” “Oh, no, you have me all wrong. You see, the divine human vessel I wish to inhabit is your own.” “Huh?” “ I beg your pardon?” “Oh, come on, son, you've had your turn. Be a good boy and let your daddy inhabit your flesh.”
