Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be...

He had repaired his ship – that is, he’d watched with alert interest whilst a service robot had repaired it for him. It

your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.

I work my whole life just to make money just to get it taken from me

Written By Rasha Gray

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