“Hand embroidered illustration, stitched art.” By Sam Gibson in the UK.
I told you. All the men in my life die.
I’m not a man in your life, okay? You said so yourself. I’m a little shitpot.
As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children’s voices.
Replicants are like any other machine: they’re either a benefit or a hazard. If they’re a benefit, it’s not my problem.