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heaven or hell I suppose.. those words fresh on my lips. I call out for The Beseecher, the entity appearing before me. "He says hello." I begin, as I walk hand in hand with it.
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WTF? That works either way. Then I'm sucked down a rabbit whole. I never suspected that rabbit could exert that much suction. The rabbit coughed me back up & choked to death at my
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Not the Sven Larson most of you are thinking. This Sven Larson is in no way related to that Sven Larson beyond this very mixup. If ever there was Fake News, this is it right here."
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Consequences would be a show about New England Quakers would harvested the nuts of plenty from the tree of strife in the garden on the other side of Eden. The Garden of Sven Larson
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We were going to put that one up as Consequences, since that was the new catch phrase of the 2020s. Consequences Mr. Matrix Went to Washington Life before the Pot. Consequences.
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She was going to call that one a win. She'd sold the tuberculosis and they'd bought hook, line, and soon the sinker. She cackled in her mind. It echoed around in there a bit. Soon.
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THEY say that the top cheese gets to feel the burn but it makes them crusty. Somebody cough snorted in the back. It might have been a laugh if the lady had tuberculosis. She might.
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will remain a mystery for another day. He was hardly an uncle. Just the brother of my mother. In an insane roundabout way, though, he was also my daughter's first homicide case.
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"How sad that everything you just said is true," said Lady Prudence ruefully. "And why should I place any trust in you in a way if you yourself tell me you're not to be trusted?"
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Fritz didn't care too much for stowaways. Fritz said, "Stowaways imply vermin." Fritz didn't care too much for vermin either. He handled both with fire. Any ash left he spaced.
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I was reduced to selling functional prints on the street like I was selling apples in 1920, a hundred years ago. "Hey Buddy, can you spare a bitcoin?" My AI interface was on the
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When they finally joined the space migration the Jennie Craig Witnesses stood agape when they saw how much advertising space was going to waste in deep space. It was Pink Lady who
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The Mudd Dynasty had put their trust in each other. That only made it easier for each party to know where to put the knife in the back. They did have the foresight to ban the Knack
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JaNeil Squared was the third known son of Abacus Squared, the AI behind how you're getting paid this week. JaNeil was keenly aware of how it looked that he, a trillionaire's son,
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It had been the Selling Prop. It was tricked out to interest the trillionaire set into investing in space habitats. There was gilding on almost every thing. The AI that ran it was
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Our cozy spot turned out to be in the asteroid belts. Near Asuras's Girdle in a space habitat established by Omar Peck, the developer of the speigle device. We called it Gaudy City
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Since he is always seeing all three voices, I can't, sometimes, keep your voice consistent. I surprised by every word that comes out of you mouth. How can they possibly fit inside?
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I made myself forget that I had that feeling still locked up in that crate on that space buoy near Azurras Girdle. That feeling should be nicely tenderized by now. He had the capt
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There was a woosh. Then a ding. Then a different woosh. He handed me a hot piece of paper. I dropped it. I burned some letters on my fingers but insidedown in reverse with a twist.
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SchoolRock sounded a bit off. "I'm just a TPS Report sitting in your Inbox or your outbox reporting TPS up and down the line. I'm the lifeblood of any organization." What is a TPS?