Michael watched the news in disbelief.
If what they were saying was true, the replicator, a dream of decades, was finally here.
Nanotechnology had made it possible, and the final product was being unveiled.
Marion wasn’t expecting the breakup.
Not that she didn’t know things weren’t well, she just didn’t expect him to have the courage to break up, or lack the courage to go on.
But were the breakup the only thing going on, it wouldn’t be that big of a problem…
- I’m a smuggler.
The customs officer asked:
- I see… And what are you bringing in?
- A bit of everything, really… Drugs, diamonds, large quantities of liquor, some live animals and a couple of stolen paintings…
The armada was positioned all around the planet, preparing to commence the attack. On the flagship’s bridge, the weapons officer uttered a word of confusion:
- What…?
The admiral felt the need to ask:
As bodies died, memories roam free.
At the end of time, when all matter finally settled, the memories settled as well.
The creature was whole once again, and it perused all its new thoughts and memories.