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Karuli felt irritated. The beautiful house by the sea looked good when she inspected it with the real estate agent. It had been unsettling when the agent seemed so pleased she had liked the place. It had been an odd encounter, with the agent using the same words as the people from the last town she had lived in.Often Karuli would wonder if society were pre-programmed robots running on some sort of script that she knew nothing about. Everyone performed the same body language about her. The people seemed uncomfortable in their poses as if they were acting and the positions were not natural to th...
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“I mean, they've got flesh and bones, just like us-”“But they are grown in a lab, without any real parents and they have artificial intelligence, just like any robot. Not to mention, they could do weird things.”“So they're not real. Not really.”“Exactly.”Their discussion trailed off. From my vantage point on the archway above massive doors, the steps receded and their heels trailed off the edge of my vision. I lay perched across the ledge, my side pressing onto the multicoloured glass. I stared out into the slowly rising glow that is the moon above the horizon. I watched the beam of pure moonl...
Dawn of the Night Creatures
“What’s a night-girl like you doing with a pail like this?” I said to her that night, the first time I saw her on that filthy, rat infested, piss-stained block of concrete they called the West 4th Station. It was 2 am, and we were both working, assigned to different Night creature teams attending to different tasks, spruwww.onedoor.cccing up the station for the Day creatures. She was part of Operation CleanUp, which had to scour and scrub and mop to remove the filth of a million restless New Yorker feet, and I was part of Operation LocoMotive, fixing whatever bits and bobs had broken down in the subway cars...
In the Beginning: The Teaching of Terrible Truths
The Teaching of Terrible Truths Papa’s Little Sprout “People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding.” A swarthy, handsome man with sleek, dark hair framing his angular face sat on the ground beside his daughter, a lovely child clad in an eye-catching patchwork dress embroidered with multicolored flowers. The child waved her hand, and a sprout pushed its way up from the ground, blooming into a lovely white daisy. The youngster’s magical abilities were impressive, doubly so considering that the child and her father were on the dwarf planet that would come to be known as Pluto in a...