Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Xipe Totec.

Liminal.

CROPS.

Counterforce.

Enterprise.

AI Darwin Awards.

Go, look, see.

Yes, the beginning of this chapter’s been a slow burn (in more ways than one), but if you haven’t read this week’s Dicebox page because you’re doing the web equivalent of waiting for the trade, well, you’re putting off till later what you could be appreciating right the heck now.

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Peter Putnam.

Gen AI.

Lakebed.

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