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“In my home country there is a myth about the vidowed wives of the Whampyri, how they come to visit them in the cold Wallachian night and make a colder love to them still. I know it sounds corny, da, but how can a voman deny her dead husband? If you found your dead vife, the love of your life, would you not embrace her? Da?”
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It was a dark night, as it always is, when a babe was left in its swaddling clothes on the porch of the Romanian quarter of Boston, which was neither in the city, nor was it actually a section. It was more a few square blocks in which everyone knew each


Posthuman: Prelude“So, you think you’re a god, do you? Well, you’re wrong. “When you were human, you were safe, protected even. But now that you’re a posthuman, more machine than man, or maybe you’re on the permanent high from a hundred different noötropics meant to enhance the experience, you’re prey to a thousand different borganisms and sapient organizations. Your brain’s so advanced the speed of light is meaningless and gravity holds no bounds for you, the only thing that’s holding you is your meatbody. “Come on, give it up, I’ll trade you; your meatbody for a plane of reality you, quite literally, are not capable of imagining. You’Posthuman: Prelude
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Who likes cake?
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Fuck.
I think I'll waaatch you.
And I hope you have a good time here.
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"But why the military academy? Why?"
Then they don't deserve your patronization, unless they're real asses, then patronize all the way.
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