Monthly Archives: September 2007

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120 Days of Robo-Zombie Sodom

On the first day, the sun was shining and the mechanical birds were singing, and the Royal High Artificer was feeling pretty darn good. He puttered energetically about his workshop like a Disney character on the verge of bursting into song, and as he puttered

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The Toymaker’s Workshop

The dogs are barking out by the back door again. They’ll be wanting fed soon, my son, and we don’t want to leave them too long. They can get nasty, as you know. I saw that chewed up arm of yours. I know, I know

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Future Bar

You know you shouldn’t be smoking around the machine. Blah blah blah, delicate fancy balls film equipment and all. But you’re smoking around it anyway, even if you’re taking care to blow the smoke in the general direction of away. They’re unfiltered. Cowboy smokes. You

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What Lies, Under The Skin.

I watch her as she sleeps, and the slow rise and fall of her chest marks the time we have together. It is the clock that tells the time, the only one that counts. Each beat of her heart, a movement of the second hand,

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They were robots all along…

“And the twist was – they were robots all along.” “Wait a minute… he’d had a threesome – with robots?” “Uh-huh.” “Actual physical, I mean, intercourse?” “Coitus, Jeffrey…” “No.” “No?” “No, I’m sorry. I don’t buy it. I mean, this guy… he’s jumped the shark