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The Kingdom of automata

Posted on 2022-03-30

I hid behind a pillar. I could hear the thunder of feet. A group of people ran into the hall, toward me and past me, oblivious. They distributed themselves among the various stalls and pieces of equipment and stood still. Then, as to some invisible cue, they began talking, operating equipment, carrying items from place to place and generally behaving as if they had been there all day. 

As I walked among them they ignored me completely.

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