since it got rejected for a short story publication, I can now post my cyberpunk short story here again
In the warm cocoon of the car, heavy rain thudding on the triplexiglass windshield and running down into the engine block like underground rivers, the world's only artificial detective has just detected that it is very hard to smoke while eating cup noodles. "Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit." Jos...
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