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a fortress to house every crawling thing

August 22, 2013

all sailor soldier types
they began screaming
and seemed to be headless.
they monitored the airport
and replaced it with

office space
any thing.

the cyborg got up
and stuck her hands
on her hips and

radiated fracture lines
around the chemical toilet
and through an unmarked door
at the back of the bar.

dark silk shirts
tan slacks,
all part of a scheme to

blow up
this section.

the Librarian says
it was something pre captivity.
a good sign.
where would the trigger be?

 

cut-up piece generated by prosaic from a corpus of 30 cyberpunk novels. a part of the cyberpunk prophecies series.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. September 5, 2013 1:33 pm

    Nice! I really like how this one came together.

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