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.
They're in trouble if they sell you a faulty breadknife.
ReplyDeleteI don't know why that's funny, but I spent half an hour laughing at that.
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