The Cats Vendor

The Cats Vendor

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The following is a work of fiction. #14 in Science-Fiction Charts Plebeian humanoid and MOR fan Chadwick Skillington-Symthe alternates between profundity and general bafflement. 25 Years after near global obliteration, humanity has abandoned war, weapons and politicians. World governance and resource allocation are handled by advanced artificial intelligence. In an affluent suburb of Kinshasa, a group of housemates make their living around the trade and use of a psychedelic fungus found only in the flooded former cobalt mines. The fungus allows ongoing exploration of alternative dimensions for mankind's progression through the outer reaches of the galaxy. Recent accidents in the underwater mines suggest man is not the only species interested in the area. But events closer to home are of more concern to young, hard working Manchitas who is about to have his world turned upside down when his oldest friend, Mr. Chopolopolis, gets dick cancer.
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