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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
  • slithered right to the town's centre. It wen't on a rampage, and ate everyone. Then it disappeared completely. To this day, nobody knows where exactly it went.

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