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buying mareridtbane for 800 gold per plant. His initial reccy had netted him five plants. That brought the total expected take from the dungeon up to 4,400 gold for 20 minutes, or 13,200 gold per hour -- which, at the day's exchange, was worth about $30, or 285 Renminbi.Which was -- he thought for a second -- more than 71 bowls of dumplings. Jackpot. His hands flew over the mice, taking direct control over the squad. He'd work out the optimal path through the dungeon now, then head out to the

ecrets.After all, Theseus damn well was. * She'd taken us a good fifteen AUs towards our destination before something scared her off course. Then she'd skidded north like a startled cat and started climbing: a wild high three-gee burn off the ecliptic, thirteen hundred tonnes of momentum bucking against Newton's First. She'd emptied her Penn tanks, bled dry her substrate mass, squandered a hundred forty days' of fuel in hours. Then a long cold coast through the abyss, years of stingy

parody of bacterial plasmid exchange, so fast that, by the time the windfall tax demands are served, the targets don't exist anymore, even though the same staff are working on the same software in the same Mumbai cubicle farms.Welcome to the twenty-first century. The permanent floating meatspace party Manfred is hooking up with is a strange attractor for some of the American exiles cluttering up the cities of Europe this decade - not trustafarians, but honest-to-God political dissidents, draft

he truth. Let me go, you don't understand what will happen. My brothers-"The Lord Cleric punched her. Her head flew back and a spray of blood wet the dry mud and spattered over the leaves concealing me. Face wet with tears and whimpering, she tried to crawl toward the trees and dragged up clumps of earth with her fingernails. "You must let me go." The words sounded muffled, like she had a mouthful of something foul. The Lord Cleric executed a neat half turn and stamped on her

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A short monolouge following the story of a teenaged girl who has always viewed herself in a positive light, until one evening she recognizes who she has become. She decides to run away from her small town to the city with her two best friends, fueled by the hope of her new life- and a new reputation. However, her actions only solidify her role as the 'Bad Kid.'

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