ONE LONG LAUNCH DAY
My shadow no longer matches
my body, and I'm not sure what
to do. I think it's me, the way it
stays close, and mimics, but it
bears now another shape.
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Nothing that translates well.
Recognition factors vary in
this Human league. I'd better
just walk away and see if it,
or what, follows.
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The Lancer Program, advertised
at the corner lounge, is about
to expire - fifteen thousand
dollars available for each who
apply. Assistance packages with
one percent interest and ninety
percent certainty of doom. That
leaves nine percent for something.
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I'm looking. I'm looking. I'm looking,
for the shadow-assistance plan.
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