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The Copywright Protocol: British Class Satire VariantThe Copywright Protocol: British Class Satire Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 73231: The Copywright Protocol Tensor: TI=72.0, M=[7.0,0.5,6.0,3.0,4.0,3.0,3.0,6.0,2.0,6.0], N=[0.5,0.5], K=[0.5,0.5], theta=45.0 ACT I: THE CARD The card was wedged inside a copy of the Daily Mail, pressed between the horoscope and the crossword. Cream stock, gold leaf, no return address—just a single line of embossed...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 45 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Last Light of Manchester: British Class Satire VariantThe Last Light of Manchester: British Class Satire Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 65548: The Last Light of Manchester Tensor: TI=58.0, M=[9.0,1.5,3.0,7.0,5.5,3.0,1.5,0.5,2.5,9.5], N=[0.60,0.40], K=[0.30,0.70], theta=200 The Last Light of Manchester Variants 01: British Class Satire Style: Martin Amis + Nick Hornby I The train arrived at Euston at half past six — early enough to be respectable, late...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 26 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Paradox of Justice (V-14: New York Realism/Satire)The New York City Police Department's "Special Tech Unit" was a playground for the arrogant. Julian Thorne was its star—a man who could track a suspect through a single digital footprint and predict a crime before it happened using a proprietary algorithm. He viewed the world as a series of data points, and justice as a mathematical certainty. The case was a textbook example of high-tech crime:...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 28 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Rain in Chicago: British Class Satire Noir VariantThe Rain in Chicago: British Class Satire Noir Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 71749: The Rain in Chicago Doesn't Wash Things Clean. It Just Makes the Grime Wetter. It was one of those London days that the weathermen call "overcast" and everyone else calls "Tuesday." A thin drizzle had been falling since dawn, the kind of rain that doesn't so much wet you as negotiate with your coat. Jack Moran sat...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 40 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Wistful IncenseYou wake alone, as always. The room is cold. It is the same room you have woken in for nineteen years, and it smells of you — of sweat and steel and the faint, patient sweetness of temple incense that has soaked into the plaster. You sit up. You look at your hands. The right one is worse today. The edge of the palm, the pad beneath the little finger: gone to grey. Not dead. Grey, like...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 499 Visualizações 0 Anterior