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The Guilt Machine by Daniel Macintyre For some time, I had not been well… I had lain immobile, virtually insensitive to the world around me in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling and vaguely acknowledging my woes… I awaited the operation, that uncertainty which loomed over me and threatened to either…
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It’s a story I’ve told often enough… To my children… Other people’schildren… Perhaps, one day, to my grandchildren…About how the aliens came and invaded Earth and how we very nearlywere all goners…Seeing as I’ve nothing better to do at the moment, I’ll tell it one moretime… (The name’s Starky, by the way…)It was the year…
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