Cheng’s hands were sweating as he placed the explosive. He wondered if synthetic people ever had this problem, if they got sweaty when they were nervous. Then he felt guilty - this was the sort of thing he really ought to know.

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This is how the stories start: the blue oracle spoke a labyrinth, and one of its prizes is this tale. You hear it all the time. I never thought much about it, honestly. I never thought that the blue oracle or the labyrinth or the prizes of the maze might actually exist. Not until I found myself here, trapped ( Read more... )

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"He was with me for six years, and I am lost without him. The way he'd chirrup and squeak in the morning, his comfortable weight on my shoulder, even the way he shed on everything - I miss it all, and I don't know how to do without. He had so much personality, and I can't quite believe it's gone, just like that."


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