apocalyptic theory #

I visited the Sex Exhibition at Bergamont Station.

A giant robot greeted me in chicken feathers. It was maybe seven feet tall.

I knew straight away we would all be governed by creatures like this one sometime in the next fifty years.

Very likely less.

It nodded in my direction as I entered the gallery.

But didn’t say a word.

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