Counterfeit Manifest
The nightmare again. Always the same. The engineers and technicians in their jumpsuits pointing and laughing.
The nightmare again. Always the same. The engineers and technicians in their jumpsuits pointing and laughing.
It’s hot down here. I swing my laser axe all day, got to be careful of my range. That’s when mistakes happen. A cycle ago, I wasn’t careful.
The robot vibrated with excitement, bouncing on his rubberized feet. Haunu smirked—yeah, it really was past time. Omo had been his for years now, ever since that lucky game of Koi-Koi back on Novia Station, before Haunu had staked his claim on the desolate moon of Kishar IV.