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He got into the lobby. The lobby was dim and obscure. The overhead lights flickered feebly in the gloom. An unearthly pall hung over everything.
Liminal Space
“And for that,” Tony said, “we’ll have to hock everything we own. But it’s worth it; at least we won’t be completely wiped out.” His eyes gleamed. “Let’s get started.”
What a dumb ass. LOL
Dean Swift snuff.
That stuff will wake you up.
The real one probably would not be long in coming.
Hypothesis: Mr McCane was receiving memory implants, not Mr Quail.
once fed a ten-word plot outline into a robot fiction machine,
This exists now, 2022
