You can barely hear my gears move.

And all that is left of humanity is the ghost in the shell.

As The bodies sleep, paper stacks.

Suffer Not That Which Fails to Live.

Chapter one
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Prologue!
This article was contributed by SingWolfxx – article seven.

For three years I’ve been having the same dream every week: two men dressed in white come to tell me that my laundry is ready, then they turn away and they appear again in a minute with a basket full of white ironed shirts.

What will machines do when they recognize the idea of freedom?

A Nice Story.

About death and souls.