Try to be sure right from the start. Try not to get the horse before the cart. Some words were the beginning of what you were surely thinking. I was always thinking about the chicken and its trans-road mission.
In Brussels
1 hour 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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