She worked in the newborn crating line, snuggling

She worked in the newborn crating line, snuggling the wee babes into the packing peanuts, shushing them as she closed the packaging, then quietly running the taper along the open

crying mouths of the newborns. Silence during shipping is a must. The oxygenated foam peanuts keep them from suffocating. The box gasses them with a narco

leptic neurostasm, keeping their brains rotating from sleep to waking cycles. The Thinkless had bred this genome for nearly two eons and the danger/potential ratio was reaching a

Normalcy value of pi and the eigenstate wake through the ether was deafening the left quark’s spin. Exactly how The Thinkless wants it. This kept their brains in a hypnagogic state

so that no one could enter their minds or read it. Or at least try. They pretended to be complicated, but were really simple minded people who thought differently. But pretending

to be something you're not is like cutting your brain and checking if the real you is still there. But there was this one boy... I could see something was not right. He was acting

, but not very well. I was sure he'd be thrown out of Julliard for poor performance. His eyes kept darting to the audience and he couldn't project worth a damn. His hands fidgeted

in his pocket for the One Ring. He felt painfully self-conscious and yearned to disappear. But he dropped the ring. It fell onto the neck of a corn snake, which disappeared.

and bit him in the ankle, slithering away with the One Ring. The snake went on to cause chaos in a nearby town when it