A #robot's touch. Cold and metallic. Its thoughts prescribed at first, organic from depths of silicon later. A perpetually-missing glow, the light defining sentience. As humanity's evolution tears forward, clamours of despair are scribed into the cosmos. I watch closely.
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Daily Flash Fiction
Ficción GeneralThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
