Messages were exchanged by a vigilant squad of waifs, orphans, and disgraced lawyers. Each diligently recited The Oath Of Endurance before being handed the envelope.
The interface was a single, glowing red dot. The housing and battery weighed just under ten pounds. For optimal use, swing the articulating arm to the south, with an eye on the Dog Star.
Preview heuristics were radically insufficient. It spread quickly. He sat in his car, mindlessly chewing on a Yum Incorporated Deluxe Bar.
From where they stood the judge’s cowl was brilliant–flashing with a panoply of hues as the final decision was transmitted into the aether with extravagant flourish.
The anus of the mechanical monster seemed to be designed for standard rather than metric.
Two fighters walked into the wide, cracked landscape. One with a fist made of unholy destruction, the other with a skull made from solid righteousness.
Interior circulating fans stopped. The walls were sweating. Tendrils grew. Soon there was enough force to break the bars.
Once in the Library they realized they knew none of the languages and the volumes were organized by fragrance.
Entrance to the castle was protected by three guards, each with an insidious conundrum and predictable microaggressions.
Groundskeepers emerged suddenly from a platform, scooping up all the orphans into a gigantic sack.
The top layer was mostly sweat. However, the service was excellent.
Bark had grown up around the entire complex, and he thought if he could cut it all in half he might be able to count the rings.
Inside the garret the celebrated philosopher morosely ate a transcendental sandwich.
The sign over the door had the word “Perpetual” written in large red letters.
Before the race they signed the wager with a pen made of human bone. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said.