It's all about the dough.
You're daily bread.
Rise.
Dear flour.
Lend me your ear.
And earn your crust.
Or return to dust.
Liberalism without Accountability
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"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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