The Last Museum of Human Emotion
The Last Museum of Human Emotion The watch ticked with a regularity that was almost offensive. Arthur Penn had been listening to it for three hours, sitting in the basement of the Museum of Pre-Upload Artifacts, and the tick was the same every time — precise, unmodulated, indifferent to the fact that it had been wound by human hands and would eventually wind down and stop forever. A upload...
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