Confessions of a Cryodesiccated Fanfiction Entrepreneur From the Neolithic.

“I love your face. I guess if I had to look at it every day, it wouldn’t be the worst.”

That was the top-rated post on Raising, the occult AI forum where Nessa had found the instructions to build Robin 3. Raising was an “occult” group as in secret and illegal uses of language models, not as in black magic, Nessa was pretty sure.

Bug wondered if any part of him, any itty-bitty projection of his future self, had objected to the goings-on during the fall and wished to rewind in midair.

“Maye couldn’t take her eyes off Kevin Commitment. He was just so tight and shiny.”

Suddenly, a muffled bang pierced the room. It travelled over the aisles in a shock wave, coating the walls in a shallow echo. A thick silence followed, cut only by the hiss of the refrigerators.

Cassidy works at Jazzy's Afterlife Relations, a theater where customers can talk to deceased loved ones. However, when dismembered body parts begin appearing on stage, Cassidy is tasked with cleaning up the mess…

“How much data about herself would she have to provide before the stupid machines could understand who she truly was, what she truly wanted?”

"She just gave me access to terrestrial intelligence. My vagina is the key, I thought."

smiling my best smile I asked him what sort of work he was in, my eyes moving down to the cup in his hand.

"I thought about a cold beer and cigarettes in the garage. I’d kill for that."

"She cleaned him, made him pray; she ate him violently like a fat pig enjoying its last meal."