Dream of sleep, your best bet is to dream of where you are and what you’re doing. I regret having dreamt fanciful, childish notions. So now I dream of sleep.
Or…
The Thread Of A Ripping Yarn
In a move against all he has been working for, our hero begins to contemplate destroying his creation. The machine is brilliant, but a travesty. It would enrich so many lives… but at what cost? “Forgive the world for not being ready for what I have made” he says as he buries his work in the shallowest of graves “and take pity on whoever should find it and comprehend its value”.
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