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Normal was the new boring, Harry thought as he yawned. He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. From his desk situated smack dab at the front of the police station, he leaned back and appraised the small, crowded room with the sullen disapproval of a veteran who has seen better days. Everything in the room screamed “old”, from the peeling white paint to the squeaking of the overhead fans. The faded billboard hanging on the wall was almost empty, save for a few community announcements. A single movable whiteboard meant for discussing and placing information of cases was covered with scribbles of routine tasks. He looked around at the half dozen desks or so and their owners. Most of his colleagues were at least middle-aged and they were often not at their desks - choosing to spend time chit-chatting with each other around the pantry at the back. Unfortunately, he couldn’t flaw them for that. After all, in their small town where everyone knew each other, big crime cases were

What do you think a computer might do When its master is away?  It might dream about software, old or new Whether it’s night or day.  It might daydream about deleting spam That has been left on its masters email.  It could get rid of people’s scams And avoid annoying promotions or sales.  It has its own built-in calculator Which helps their master do their math.  But its only stationary is digital paper,  But it was able to type up its own path.  Their master writes documents on Microsoft Word,  And it helped create, view, and edit.  But it wanted to write things that nobody heard,  Because it really wanted good credit.  It listens to music on Spotify, Pandora, or SoundCloud.  All those wonderful tunes it cannot deny,  Whether they are quiet or loud.  It likes look at pictures on Instagram And watching movies on Netflix.  It never has to worry about any traffic jams When it’s up to its old tricks.  A computer daydreams of lots of things When its master isn’t

Ecology of the Life Bringer, Great Seeding of Many Terrestrial and Oceanic Worlds The fission pods are many fathoms deep under the gulf. Ecologically adept, each pod has the capacity of spawning a plethora of highly advanced flora and fauna. Poised for delivering a copious assortment of rapidly integrative mimicries, all the while offering to advance and enrich a host of natural selection along with an interdependence among similar species akin to its nature. With a vast microcosm of explicitly correlative symbioses, these microecologies, are introductive of many species capable of metamorphic convergence between the matrixes of animal, vegetable, and even the dramatic transmutation of minerals utilizing highly adaptive synergistic microbes to transmute the prevalent soil compositions. Microbialization of the soil begins with the rapid reproduction and dispersion of organisms ideally purposed for the rapid deconstruction of a specific range of material, establishing a foundation

Chapter 2: The Legend of Infinity South Falls, Oregon. “I still don’t understand how the mirror trick worked yesterday,” Drakul said, as he stood leaning against the wall of the mechanic shop. “I swear, I saw you on my left, sitting on the counter. How did you magically appear on my right? How did you make your voice sound like it came from the left?” “I told you,” said Juri, as she rummaged through the piles of metal scraps, “a magician’s secret. No point in telling you, man of God. You’ll just accuse me of witchcraft anyway.” “One time, Juri. It was one time. The church didn’t believe me either way… not the first time at least.” “I’m just saying,” she smiled, “it’s awfully funny seeing how you go around with your magic minigun, accusing me of sorcery of all things.” Juri gathered all the items she picked out and placed them on the front counter, where the mechanic stood with his gaze of indifference. “That’ll be 25 bucks,” he said. “By the way, do you happen to know the way