Superficial Intelligence

They would go together

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Rose shoved a tray of vials across the table. The needle trembling in her furious hands. “There’s nothing in here,” she said. “Nothing I can use.”

“Think,” Ken said. A heavy cord protruded from his gut and snaked across the room, interfacing into what looked like a blinking garbage dump of wires.




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