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Station admin had sent a team to the promenade to negotiate with the oak, but in spite of universal translators and the presence of several hydroponics experts, no progress was made.
Sissy sits in the garden with a book. She shimmers like a soap bubble in the evening light, so delicate, I’m afraid to breath. Sissy read all the time. I used to find it boring as hell, but now, what… Continue Reading →
The first time that thread wound through my hooks and needles, all I felt was agitation. The drone – perhaps lacking the proper updates with regards to my mechanical system – botched the job and left one strand wrapped the… Continue Reading →