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#1434 – authoranonblog
“Are they dancing?”“Malfunctioning.” Brant muttered over his cigarette.The two soldiers watched from behind the bushes. “Are these the last ones?”“Should be. They’re robots, they can’t reproduce.”The private charged up his laser gun. “Let’s go.” #1434 didn’t understand. The men and their lasers raced across the empty lot. #1434 was sure it felt something forming inside but …