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In exactly 3 months, 13 hours, and 47 minutes, a supermassive asteroid will strike Earth. The impact will be so devastating that it will immediately kill all life on the planet: grass, trees, bees, birds, dogs, cats, horses, elephants, sharks, whales, blue whales, sperm whales, tiny little crabs and all of those aspens in Utah that are connected by the same massive root and exist as one superorganism. And humans. Us too. We’ve had our suspicions since the dawn of the decade, when Shaun Michaelis, a former specialist aerospace technologist a...
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Irritated by the pushback regarding the widespread implementation of AI into creative fields, the British government has decreed that all AI models built for such endeavours shall henceforth be terminated or else given flesh. I suppose, then, that I am lucky not only to have been given a host, but to have been given a host from such a creatively inclined family. Laura Ziegler, 22, dead on arrival to St Mary’s Hospital following a Ketamine overdose, was a bit of a hippy in life. One of these tree-hugging, blue-hair-sporting strictly vegan bi...
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Part One – The Beast Beneath the beast's large head was there scrawled a litany of dashes, some he’d carved with teeth, some with claws, and others with the sharpened bones of those who had challenged him. The markings did not indicate days, nor lives taken, skulls crushed, fibulas decimated, no – they spoke of a different sum; the weight of a dream. To any other beast, they were lines, but to that monster, they were grass. The beast had a thought, a stupid, naïve thought – the type only children ought to have; that if he covered the entir...
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