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	<title>Metamorphosism &#187; killer robots</title>
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		<title>On writing</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 10:40:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He stood on the deck of his dirigible, long coat tossed by the storm, and calmly flicked a sliver from his leathery palm with a Bowie knife while fires raged on the ground far below. &#8220;Stories are like killer robots,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Never really finished, but at some point you just have to unleash them &#8230; <a href="https://www.metamorphosism.com/?p=4154">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;Stories are like killer robots,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Never really finished, but at some point you just have to unleash them on the world.&#8221;</p>
<p>He walked towards the captain&#8217;s lounge. The rhythm of his peg leg on the deck sounded like a heart in love.</p>
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