It stirred slightly. Wires attached to a string array had hundreds of ant-like robots marching to and from its head. The wires led heavenward into the ceiling, through it, and into a room directly above which housed computers, monitor/sensor analyzers, and banks of image generators.
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We’ve never done the carvings alone before.
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Now she would get rid of them once and for all. With the foil she would be a phantom to them, invisible and unstoppable. If she worked hard, she could be rid of them by nightfall, and prove to Ana she was safe and strong.
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You take to letting corners press into your skin a little too hard, a little too long. Never anything sharp. As long as it’s not sharp, as long as you don’t bleed, you are fine. Nothing that leaves marks on your skin. Nothing permanent, nothing that bleeds, nothing that scars. You hold on to that. It means you are fine.
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The second body was much like the first. He was tied to the branches upside down, with his head pointed to the ground. He was missing some teeth and an eye and a finger. And, just like the first one, he’d had a ghostdrive placed in his stomach, and a speaker in his throat.
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Knocked one star for the smell. It’s been six hours and it still reeks like an ecological disaster in here. Can’t exactly open the windows, with all that mold crawling up the outside of the house. I tried cutting the Inkicide with some vanilla extract, and HOT DAMN. Don’t do that.
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She laid in bed and stared at the bottom of the bunk above her, riddled as it was with sticker and tape residue, which was stubborn as piss. The human race could contrive to send her to Venus, but it had not been clever enough to figure out how to remove sticker residue.
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She knew her project was probably futile, especially if anyone were to catch her. But, like many great inventors, she was motivated by spite: every time a prototype failed or research led to a dead end, she would remember the afternoon of her procedure and would try again.
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The ground beneath her feet surged upward like a wave. A hunk of siding from the craft towered above her, dripping mucus, like the gooey ribs of some great leviathan. She removed her stylus and poked into the ground until she felt resistance. Dug up the relic beneath.
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