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Hallie pulled off her helmet and breathed deep. The terraforming hadn't failed; the planet was still lush and green and the oxygen levels were perfect.

But MartA27 had been abandoned decades before, left to slowly be reclaimed by the nature imposed upon it.

Hallie unclipped her device and began filming as she wandered through the remains of a theme park.

Robot cows rusted red. A video panel quietly stuttering "cheese" and "membrane" and "Wisconsin". A tattered robot in a red apron.

Hallie didn't understand it.

She documented it anyway.

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Violet looked from the pair of hulking WRMs - war-robot-machines - to her group of nervous students.

"A little grease isn't going to kill any of you," she said firmly. The first time was always like this. Then they'd all learn that rolling up their sleeves and getting dirty was kinda fun.

"The barrel would if it landed on you," one student pointed out.

"That's why the gravity is on," another countered.

One girl finally stepped forward to take a handful of thick purple WRM-grease and headed for an ankle.

Violet grinned.

It was a good start.

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Bolton glared at the tablet in his hands. His sixth one in a month and the tech department was getting on him.

He didn't care.

He poked at the 'Event Type' dropdown menu and slowly scrolled for 'Individual Summoning'.

A pen and paper would be faster.

He couldn't even jab past the box asking for 'Entity Summoned'. He didn't know! He just had a circle and a partial human corpse!

Trying again, he accidentally activated the camera. Cursing, the shutter went off just as something moved-

-the tablet sizzled and went dark.

Time for number seven.

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Caroline lives in the brick house at the end of the lane. It's not a big house, but big enough, and the curtains are always closed.

We all take turns bringing Caroline her schoolwork and picking up her completed essays and worksheets.

Her handwriting is better than mine and I like when it's my turn so I can see it.

But it's been seven years now and I've never seen Caroline. Not a one of us has ever seen Caroline.

Someone writes those essays in neat cursive.

Please tell me if you've seen Caroline.

Please tell me if she's real.

Please.

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"What scent are you considering this evening?" Deana's maid, Angie, asked as she opened a shallow drawer to reveal dozens of little bottles within.

"I would like my presence to be known," Deana said firmly. "However, I do not wish for attention."

Angie reached for a bottle.

"Peony and indifference?"

"Not this time of year."

"Of course, milady. How about cranberry and doubt?"

"Perfect."

The bottles were quickly switched, scent was dabbed, and finally Deana was ready for a perfectly dull evening.

Angie would be waiting with pine and lust.

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