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As magnetised floors hurt my feet, and I lack the ability to ignore abject pain for long, I asked a bar stop of my mechanic.

Later, in the grudgingly granted nectared darkness of the 'Twin Suns' he confided, 'Didn't want this job. I know you're a peripatetic plasma cannon.'

I told him truthfully that I, hadn't. Realisation dawning, he nodded 'That makes sense.They would guess that you'd try to disarm yourself if you knew.'

'Absolutely, In the, meantime, we must warn my target. Wait.. it's not you is it?'
'Why. The Bradbury. Would I be sitting here if it was.'

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    Drew Martyn about 1 year ago

    This. Is. Awesome. I love the story as a whole, the ideas contained within it, some of the phrasing is tremendous (grudgingly granted nectared darkness being my favourite), and to round it off with a reference to the great man is a brilliant idea. Nice one Jamie, love it :)

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    Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago

    Thanks so much Drew -)))

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    Jeff Taylor about 1 year ago

    Sentient weapons are often the ones with a real heart of gold. ☺️

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    Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago

    Thanks Jeff. Nice to think so isn't it? :-)

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