I've deposited it in my round-rimmed, liner-lined, basket filing cabinet for actioning by the refuse men. Your custom is valuable to us. Yah-all come back now and see us on the the other side of the rapture.
Uggly Fences
23 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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