Server 0215: Activity detected. Surveillance Footage and Sub-Lingual Neuronal Feed Data Human Diaspora Project [Code: A3b- Access by tier AAi coded personnel only] Time point: 03:37:48, 04/23/2168 Subject Chip ID: 0546JC55 It was sometime in that dead zone after three AM had passed. Even in a crowded city like mine, no one was on the …

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Dearest Diary, I’m in love with a robot. His name is Orange Matthews. His inventors gave him that god-awful name because they didn’t want him to have a name that rhymed with anything. They worried about kids teasing him about his metal body, his LED eyes. What if his name was Byron? they thought. Then …

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My mother is going to come by for my birthday. I am very excited. I have not seen her since I was three. I am going to be ten so it is seven years since I have seen her. You may remember hearing about her. Her name is Violetta Brun. She was famous once but …

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Bjørg walked through the tall grass, gently skimming it with her palms. She turned her smiling face against the sun. Her black hair flowed in the wind. Three huge isbos waddled in front of her. Now and then they stretched their long necks and put their noses up in the cold air, sniffing. “Hello?” She …

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Highgate

If you didn’t want me to stay awake, you shouldn’t have left me something to read. “Then you are quite certain? I do not seek to influence you, my dear Gabriel, merely to assist in anything within my power.” “No, no, it must be done. My eyes are failing, my hands shake; the name I …

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Elisabeth doesn’t know what’s happening. How could she? She’s just a farmer, a pioneer in a claptrap, old, all-terrain van dating back to the first days of the colony, with rusting engines to match her throat, rusted by age and too much dusty Callian air. She skipped out here when her husband died, and her …

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Every Friday I brought muffins. It was just one of those things that gradually became a ritual between two people. My Grandmother hardly ever left her house anymore, so the least I could do was cheer her up with a variety of baked goods. The reason she scarcely set foot out into daylight was because …

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Our valley was so long and wide it stretched from the inland mountains to the churning sea. In the valley there lived a lot of kings and queens and random royalty, all in towers built upon hills dotting the floor of the valley, and all caught up in their own little concerns. In a tower …

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Minver’s tight-lipped wife waits for me to count out eight anasters before she hands over two hard-boiled eggs and six fried fish wrapped in lak leaves. I’ll be fed at the amphitheatre, but I’m always hungry, and I like Minver to get my coin. We grew up together on the wharves. “I hear you’ll be …

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