Scrambled Grey Matter

Scrambled Grey Matter

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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Nov 22, 2017<5 mins
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At first, Tirth Chew-Ogi enjoyed life on Earth after all the humans died in the solar flares-apart from the stench from their rotting corpses, of course. As the weeks drag by, loneliness grabs hold of her, though. She doesn't ask for much, a couple of active, or at least fresh enough, brains to keep her company would be enough. But where to find them?
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Floating amongst a far off solar system, a coreless planet lays drifting. Its surface frozen over with nothing internally to heat through its mantles, making life ordinarily impossible to survive on. The planets previous inhabitants have been left to mere bones and dust from the destruction of the planets core, with their creations left to wander the remains and pick up the pieces of the now humanless world. But one day the fabric of the universe warped and pinched, and the planet saw its only piece of organic life in years, hair unnaturally whitened and an eye blacked out, donning clothing unfit for the harsh conditions. But luck had it that this person stumbled across the robotic creations that the dead humans left behind, giving him shelter from the piercing cold of the outside. But not all was fine, food is scarce, and searching for food becomes a necessity to provide for this misfit among those who do not need sustenance. Bearing the cold will likely be inevitable, and after his necessities are met, perhaps this spontaneous visitor could assist those providing him shelter, there isn't much left to do on this planet, after all.

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