Drift off to sleep in their locked compartment, the only time
curled up after the Vision book shut down. Father's arm felt safe.
Programmed hopes,desires,wishes, dreams, and sometimes regrets.
Synthetic touch Mother, a body of water. In order to have birds
fly above, to steal the codes, he was dead.
And books promise love made sure proper distractions
attentive to detail. Even people are almost real, usually their minds
working against them. Eyes blinking in the wrong direction, the
technology twisted.
Sleep to claim control of the
underground.
Abundance of gunfire from a sequencer code. There was
something thinned out, hours upon hours breaking into trapdoors.
Only a good thief knows the partly darkened room.
Retinas screw in
electricity.
A distorted face crawled
fast.
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