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| Harmony of Dragons ~ Android Jones |
Her vision blurs at the periphery. She’s running on empty and it feels like she’s about to fly. The centreline strobes faster than her need to notice and the turbines whine low pitched before the cloud of red dust engraved in the tailwind created by her passing.
I’m a roadrunner honey.
He waits at the cliff-edge impatient, anticipating; the need in him is bigger than the perilously teetering boulder that awaits his weight on the hastily fabricated lever jutting between boulder and fulcrum.
Acme Intelligence Agency (AIA) guidelines require a modicum of creativity from their operatives.
I’m a roadrunner honey.
He waits at the cliff-edge impatient, anticipating; the need in him is bigger than the perilously teetering boulder that awaits his weight on the hastily fabricated lever jutting between boulder and fulcrum.
Acme Intelligence Agency (AIA) guidelines require a modicum of creativity from their operatives.
Tales for an attention deficit world
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