Tick- Tock, Life's a clock
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Last published Thu, Mar 26, 2020
The year is 2029 and the latest fad has come into being- The Active Clock. This new mech has the ability to show you how eventful your day will be.
0:00- boring, yawn, go back to bed
100:00- ???!!!
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Excerpt:
I groaned softly in annoyance and turned to look at my ActiveClock...
100:00...
I swiped at my eyes with the back of my hand and glanced at the AC again... I was sure I was seeing things- I wasn't...
Never in a million years would I have guessed that my AC would crank up to it's max.
Holy shit...
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