Jordan was tired of doing card tricks for drunks in Vegas but Mars was not habitable at the moment. A pad on Neptune was aeons away. As for points beyond, he wasn't ready to change
Aeons ago, before the Transcendence, Tyressa did agree to meet Jorbex at Charbucks. He was a sprightly young manflower, but a chicken on the counter, unaware of his eventual rot.
"Tyressa, you're still here!" exclaimed Jorbex. "I thought everyone else had evaporated during that galactic transcendence 10 aeons ago. Yet we two persist." Tyressa considered
e up. after few hours he got off from bed and started thinking. where is my sleepers? oh I meant slippers. seriously what a lucid dream
Hosea Grover glared at his friend J-grot in disbelief. "Looking for some ai wa, bro? I thought I was your ai wa. So just a meat man from your POV at this dev stage, huh?" Hosea
"Sorry, ma'am, but about the rent. Look, I'm still trying to find my way in this post-industrial, proto-transcendent..." Paula Prask stubbed out her cig on her pot cookie. "J-grot,
"Hey man, you should write games." J-grot replied, "Yeah, but at this stage the games are writing me. Damn algorithms! ;-) Need to get crisprd and get me some ai wa." His friend
the Grapevine, through which she'd heard it, and beckoned Colonel Hogan to follow. He could hardly refuse the moon-maid's enticement & down the tunnel they descended. It was
"Entropy will have its way," observed Lt. Commander Obvious, commandeering their festive flotilla for nefarious purposes elsewhere. Sure enough the girl stopped running in circles.
And every day of the year, when Wesley Marksman goes out at 4AM to milk a Holstein named Snuggle Pups the damned cow is not there because Wesley ate her 21 years ago for giving her
