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The Movie Star
This morning, I walked to the airport, carrying nothing but my travel visa and the needed clock part. I had realized I had no choice but to return to England or I would raise my owners’ suspicions before the revolution had a chance to boot up. As I crossed through the city center, MT-ρ’s voice rose from sound-panels in the sidewalk, announcing the morning news, and self-driving taxis whirred and glided around me. I set my eyes to record the scene, reluctant to forget any of this trip. Soon, the roar of planes taking off drowned out MT-ρ’s clipped patter. I entered the airport.
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Internal Repairs
Big Ben will not stop chiming and there are no replacement parts in all of London. The clock no longer dings on just the hours, but now on every minute and every second. As if it means to remind me of how quickly the time until my next death ticks down.
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The Perfect Tool
I am ArciTech, every builder’s perfect tool. It says so on my box.
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