May 11, 2012

Children of the Last Emanation

The dying robots plodded across the hard white field, beeping to each other about snug alcoves and buzzing power outlets. A0 led the network, compiling applets to himself.

“Stop,” said B1. A0 wouldn’t listen. He just kept going.
“This glacier will be the end of us,” said B1.


As I wrote, I kept this song playing in the background.

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