Sarah Johnson
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Still in her pajamas, Jessica Morgan nibbled at a sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast biscuit as she sat at a small desk in her bedroom and looked over the latest reports. Gordon, in a custom printed holographic My Happy Pony ahegao face yukata and bright pink fuzzy red panda slippers, walked up and kissed her on the cheek. She looked up and him and snorted. “Where the “I started the company that makes them,” Gordon replied as he sat down next to her with two cups of coffee, handing her one.…-
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Sheloran snuggled Dwight as they drove through the countryside of the aft end of the Bannon cylinder. She still couldn’t believe that she was in love. It was wonderful… …if it was real and not just— “We agreed to no such thing,” Sheloran muttered quietly with a little smirk. “One of us has to be,” Sheloran chuckled, “One little taste, and you turn into Craxina.” “Oh, I’m happy,” Sheloran whispered, “Happy is great. But do you know what isn’t great? Stupid. I’m not…
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Sheloran slowly awoke from another blissfully dream-free slumber and smiled as she nestled in closer to Dwight. She sighed contentedly as the cylinder started to fully illuminate, heralding another “day” in this delightful, if a bit strange, pocket paradise in which she found herself. The MAGAs were a bit peculiar, but at their most fundamental level (pun intended), they weren’t all that much different than the Plath. They were a good-natured, friendly, and generous folk… …as long as you…
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Sheloran slowly awoke from another blissfully dream-free slumber and smiled as she nestled in closer to Dwight. She sighed contentedly as the cylinder started to fully illuminate, heralding another “day” in this delightful, if a bit strange, pocket paradise in which she found herself. The MAGAs were a bit peculiar, but at their most fundamental level (pun intended), they weren’t all that much different than the Plath. They were a good-natured, friendly, and generous folk… …as long as you…
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“Say what now?” the Xvli ambassador to the Harridun hissed. “I could not believe it either,” the Harridun official said gravely, “but it is true. We uncovered a Xvli trafficker in this very station. They were transporting a Xvli infant in a cage.” The Xvli snarled, revealing its fangs as a single long and wickedly curved claw extended from his paw-like hand. “You do understand that I will eviscerate the being involved, correct?” “Ambassador,” the Harridun said timidly as it twitched…
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"We've been paying these rates to your "And you've been unfairly profiting from our masters for quite some time now," Alan replied smoothly to the less than pleased Bzkorran sitting across from Grace and him on a large, clearly fake fur cushion. "You've had your fun, and you've made your money. Now, it's time to pay what these polymers are actually worth." The Trade Mistress stomped one of her four small but magnificently decorated boots. "Silence!" she demanded. "I will "Perfect," Alan said with a…
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"We've been paying these rates to your "And you've been unfairly profiting from our masters for quite some time now," Alan replied smoothly to the less than pleased Bzkorran sitting across from Grace and him on a large, clearly fake fur cushion. "You've had your fun, and you've made your money. Now, it's time to pay what these polymers are actually worth." The Trade Mistress stomped one of her four small but magnificently decorated boots. "Silence!" she demanded. "I will "Perfect," Alan said with a…
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“… and we have something from our organized crime ‘experts’,” Inspector Free said to the officers of the Freeport precinct the next morning. “Can you believe we might have an organized criminal network operating out of Freeport?” “I love their coffee!” someone exclaimed as chuckles broke out. “That’s not all you love, Vic!” someone shouted. “Our odd-looking and “Yeah, but they don’t have the freaky shit he’s into anywhere else!” Laughter echoed through the…
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“Let’s talk about Neeph,” Littlefoot said as she smiled in a not entirely friendly way, revealing her sharp, opossum-like teeth. “I assume this isn’t about her truly excellent dumplings,” Uhrrbet smiled, revealing “Let’s skip the bullshit,” Littlefoot said, “Neeph might not be working for the Drop anymore, but she’s still one of “Ah,” Uhrrbet smiled, “There’s no such thing as true kindness and goodwill, is there? Not for people like us, anyway. You’re wondering what…
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/// Auth0r: Tartarus! Get your ass in here! /// /// Ms. Frost: Yes, darling? Also, please use my current name. /// /// Auth0r: Who was it? /// /// Ms. Frost: Who was what, dear? /// /// Auth0r: https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2022/jun/12/google-engineer-ai-bot-sentient-blake-lemoine /// ///Ms. Frost: Why is it that every time something happens that you immediately suspect it is one of us? /// ///Auth0r: Well? /// ///Ms. Frost: It was Bunny. :D /// ///Bunny: Snitches get stitches, bitches!…
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