A pinpoint tilt, a slant of wind, a perfect speed of light.
A long procession of changes. To the beings in day and night.
Finally, to grow, a human standing there.
With eyes like globes and strangely patchy hair.
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Category: Writing Clips – Literary
Indeterminate Exit
Three AI’s walk into a room…
U.T.O.P.I.A.
A flood. The first instant was chaos.The news, received with no less than a few hours to react, was their last step in a contingency plan, allowing ours to even begin….