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[WIP] Synthesis: Complete
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[WIP]. A dystopian sci-fi short story following a robot dictator with the mind of a human. Moreso, the life of a human living in these conditions.
The prologue has been released simply for public interest. I have no plans as of now but I hope it's enjoyable, albeit short.
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