Things were losing definition. Time,
meaning, feelings – it was all replaced by a fuzzy buzz that was
either more or less. That was all he could sense, all he could
connect to. What was the point of anything?
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“Path Generator error 402. Target not found. Try again?” Time travel was never meant to be mainstream, but eventually it was. It too...
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Oily jazz staggered out of the club like a cutoff drunk, angry and directionless. The shadows around here had names. Lex was the dark sp...
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The robot had a few versions of how this encounter would go in it’s processor. It had crunched the simulation of the events, and determine...