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Moderan: Earth in the far future is covered in plastic, all is artificial, and horrible cyborg-men fight constant war to distract from their omnipresent fears. Moderan teaches the inherent fragility and stupidity of machismo, a timely lesson. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_R._…


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Finished reading Elegies of Rotting Stars by @tiffmorris. What an incredible work of art. I will be thinking about so many of these poems for months to come. Highly recommend.

kay__creature's tweet image. Finished reading Elegies of Rotting Stars by @tiffmorris. What an incredible work of art. I will be thinking about so many of these poems for months to come. Highly recommend.

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#pc771 WAPNINTU’TIJIG: THEY SANG UNTIL DAWN by @tiffmorris, narrated by @BlueLoney. A #PodcastleOriginal! Rated PG

PodCastle_org's tweet image. #pc771 WAPNINTU’TIJIG: THEY SANG UNTIL DAWN by @tiffmorris, narrated by @BlueLoney. A #PodcastleOriginal!

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Welcome to the new year.

NictitatingB's tweet image. Welcome to the new year.

The vapor cover that day was pink, as indeed it would be for all of July, as set by the Central Vapor Shield Control and the Vapor Light Saving people.


We have an entire hierarchy of spies and counterspies of the machines and the most complete machine-machine repair service ever dreamed up by either mortal or immortal man. They'll endure. I KNOW THEY WILL! (They just have to.)


I wish you luck as I thumb the gates back and make way for your progress. You may find, up ahead somewhere, across a lot of mountains, and barren land, these Happiness Machines for which you cry.


I WILL NEVER SURRENDER.


𝘠𝘦𝘴! It was all over now but the counting of points and ultimately the awarding of the plaques. 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘦!


Tap-a-tap tarrump-tarrump tap-a-tump they walked on without talking more, toward the Building of Ancient Customs


Just as, bidding my weapons man not to forget the hip-snuggie, I was about to turn and go, hustle off to my War Room and resume Great Blast, a cold sound struck through my steel.


MEN! Cooperate and all WILL be well. Do what I say and we'll have a good life here, and maybe even a little bit of fun. OBEDIENCE is the first consideration. Respect for law is THE FIRST law. And your King, I, is THE LAW!


(what matter if they were weazened, probe-eyed, choleric, scheming, little men sometimes-- more often than not, REALLY?!)


If he was coming to take me with some tricks wrapped up in a set of steel daffodils -- well, he wouldn't find me out there in my long gray hair like some old grandma knitting a doll bomb's cloak. NO!


About midnight a tin man in Seasons pressed the Central button for rain and a cold one started up to make more miserable the condition.


A man was in a citadel there, according to rumors passed round, a New Processes man of New Processes Land, replaced, metal-shored, flesh-stripped to the very minimum of flesh allowable for mortal man.


I don't more than half remember from the Old Days enough about this to discuss it. But you poor flesh mutants bury your dead and then ask that they be allowed to rise and live again about twenty-five times lighter than a dehumidified air bubble. Isn't that about it?


those iron shutters there that once he could shade down across his head holes, when he wanted to turtle down, close the iron gates up to the eye cores and say he was not home, not home to anyone...


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