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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
The wind was blowing, a stiff breeze off the coast carrying the smell of salt. Salt, fucking salt. I could smell it. I could practically hear it depositing its conductive residue on Alice, my computer. Like fuck it would. I turned up the air filters in my lab, and got back to work.
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