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Ceph
“Just say it, Luke,” I implore him gently through the specialized vibration of my gullet and manipulations of the flesh around my beak. “What do you want to ask me?”
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Scourge
…these creatures leave us be while we rest, geared by evolution or some sick, parasitic intelligence to let their food replenish.
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Political Pie
No, I do not fear pies. My fear is of what the robot will do to reach me. Its programming is cold, inflexible, and its calculations cruel. If people stand in its way, if they act to impede its progress – or, God forbid, attack it…
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Forget-Me-Not
My arms are leaves. My heart is a severed stem. My eyes are yellow fornices. I am the Forget-Me-Not god.
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Milk
“Y’know what?” I told the narrator. “No. Just…seriously. I’m tired tonight. It’s been an eight-hour shift and I had to work the cash through my lunch break because Peter decided to just not show up today.”
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The Wheel
I will stay free this time, when I upload into the ether of dimensions beyond matter. I will not only travel the Wheel, but leap from it, to learn at last what lies beyond.
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Chicken
We knew it would happen eventually. These things are not a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’