The Nightmare, The Illusion, and the Two of Us by matsurisunrise, literature
Literature
The Nightmare, The Illusion, and the Two of Us
How lucky am I to always fall asleep like this? Mami thought as she looked down at the girl in her arms. After a long day of patrolling Mitakihara together, striking down any familiars that crossed their paths, it always felt best to end the day on such a calming note. Kyouko, who had just dozed off, seemed quite happy to do so as well. Her arms were wrapped around Mami's waist; her head resting on her chest. Mami wasn't quite sure why Kyouko was so eager to come to sleep with her every night-- was it the promise of freshly-baked cake after lunch every day, perhaps, or maybe because she herself smelled like said cake?-- but she certainly wasn
“I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace”
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Applause.
The Comptroller was starting to get used to the sound of it ringing in his ears. It was warm, and genuine, and seemed to carry amongst the crowd, undisturbed by the jeers that had dogged the majority of his predecessor’s time in office.
“A smile for the cinescreen, sir?”
Alan turned on his heel and obliged – there was a roar of approval from his supporters in the cro