I've heard some stories, bawdy ones I believe, from listening to the technicians installing my twin. then made them keep records for twenty games played by each set of rules for shuffling and snatching, reduction and recombination. I know how old he is without looking at his teeth, and just what you paid for him, off the ship. Your voice, how you smelled, the touch of your hand on mine.
He used to tell a story about a man who was condemned to be shot at sunrise- but overslept and missed it. Bones and all. Weatheral is now off somewhere way the hell and gone out, doing research for her next magnum opus-can't be reached for an interview. I mean it, Lazarus.
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