The humadroid type S6.6 carelessly extended its antennae. "Very little data round these parts, perhaps i should inject some" it thought as some unclassified flowers slowly but surely reared their heads towards a rising sun, speaking in gloomy biochemical verses about certain metal death.
"perhaps" type S6.6 thought: "this is what it means to be alone"
Banana Dancing
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