The fans say, talk about tomorrow, we got time
Tell us, tell ye us, old bald head, in all yer teleosity,
what's next? -
A growl, from the old man being ingnored.
old man, can these bone live? lieve?
Were there structions, in form of datadatading ****
calls to arms, not carnal,
weapons of a meeker sort, peace at any price sorta
hand to hand hand grenades, in the spirit.
There was war, in heaven, yeh,
I remember that trip.
We lived the dream, this is the future.
We won. I keep saying that, like a robot.
Part of my epic 2020 multidimensional novel take on tech beyond our ken, its a million years from now trope, I'm caught in