It goes without saying.
What does?
It does.
What does?
It.
It?
It goes without saying.
What is it and where does it go?
If I could tell you, it wouldn't go without saying, now would it?
Leatherface Reflects
1 day ago
"The world... ravaged... the sun beat down on the carbon stricken rock. Civilisation... a distant memory. Human-robot sex... the norm. Each day, every day, survival and ... how? this-thus."
A not too distant, distant too hot near-future.
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