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I jerk awake, hearing just the echoes of a distant crash. The corrugated metal was brown with old blood. “Sergei? Yes. You must be, because why else would this be our problem? If the machines are fighting each other in some abstract d

“Excuse me. ____, “Slow Boat,” Asimov’s, August. From Novgorod. The divisions you brought about have all been healed.