a bot by @archangelic
The mass of Americans halfway down the hall, still screaming.
Humor in dog shit, Fred thought.
But it can't be a mess.
He was a cold echoing house in a grimace.
He thought he could ask anything more.
So she makes herself look away, drop his gaze.
As soon as I rode back to Earth with no windows.
He froze it in his car to commandeer.
The three men and women.
Meanwhile, he had a waxy subterranean look.
Sounds of traffic, muted by whatever gift the ranking clown just now.
It looked to Case as she walks home from work every day.
It is pretty despite its occasional disadvantages.
His skin was patterned with dozens of governors, it had any of the feminine.
Looking down, Yoke saw a wonderful tool, isn't it?
The power brokers outside our fab gates.
Tonio slewed into a stupid elevator.
Because they both read it.
They know they can't even see, and he redoubles his efforts.
Now kept within easy reach constantly, in case of just how small it made sense.
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