Do you need a receipt?

We’ve designed a lot of things since then and we’re super good at making stuff. The best. I mean — we’re really fucking good at it. We can’t help but be. We stand upright, we have thumbs and forward-facing eyes and the things we make are dangerous. That ancient curse gave us the constant urge to make bigger, better and more complicated fireworks. We build smarter versions each time but now we’re running out of room to safely store all these “fireworks”…

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I don’t remember the details of our fight. Presumably, there was an exclamation of “I’ll stop you!” likely replied with a “Never, you fool!” and then followed by a satisfactory measurement of episodic violence, as is common in such cases. Whatever the peril, I managed to best the alien in combat…

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Dreams, roots, and red.

That night, I dreamed the Earth was being evacuated in a desperate hurry; thousands upon thousands of yellow metal spheres rushing up and out, life pods capable of supporting three people for up to a year, programmed on a set course out across the stars, maintaining a steady speed and bound for their predetermined destination…

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