The slave girl was mute but literate, a librarian silenced by barbaric surgery. She and the scribe fell in love through notes.
"We're almost surrounded." The parking lot squirmed with pigeon sized caterpillars flicking deadly stingers. "It's risky, but run!"
"They submitted the task of saving the environment to an A.I., its covert solution was the virus that culled 99% of us."
"I'd given the car a jump with my power, the cop didn't need to stop. He didn't. He got out as, as the truck... I saw him die."
“It was scary, but it was kinda like an adventure... you know, monsters and dungeons and stuff.”
"Why wait? Let's see the movie!" "A real date?" "Yeah!" He studied her calico face, then bristled his whiskers. "Okay!"
The translucent blonde opened her arms to him. "We're ghosts... Willful, persisting souls made manifest. But now we're not alone."
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