The Long Days
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Last published Thu, Sep 17, 2020
"O great machine! Mechanical son of God! Tell me how this nitwit's days are going to be.. "- Marshy threw his hands in the air and yelled dreamily, laughing at his own stupid gestures.
The machine said something that made his smile fade away...
" Your days will be long yet not numbered. Good luck... "
Marshy very well knew that these machines are hardwired to say positive shit yet why would something so dark and mysterious pop up?
"What has my life come to? Even a machine is scamming me! "- Marshy laughs and says looking up at the starry sky...
Never for a second did he imagine that this so called prophecy will change his upcoming years of life...
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