The First Machine God
- Lectures 121
- Votes 8
- Chapitres 11
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture44 m
Dernière publication ven., juin 5, 2020
Mots-clésfirstmachinegod
August was a working intellectual man, besieged by doubt and curiosity for all things in this universe yet obsessed with consciousness. In the autumn of his life, his family lies in ruins after the pressure of the XXI century howling echoes devoured them whole. His life ended on a quiet Thursday afternoon while the leaves still yellow fell slowly in the street, his body digested by the process he designed and a note that would inform of the extent of his successes. This is the story of his legacy.
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What happens when you meet the one person you relate with the most? All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, message the writer for confirmation of the above. This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2016 by oliviia.natorii
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