They say the mirror never lies.
Who are they?
Would they and why?
Don't ask the mirror, for vanity is thy name.
Uggly Fences
18 hours 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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