Let's be clear: I did not make this. I bought this, from a guy in Singapore named Joseph Chang, who did make it. It's nice, and now you can look at it too. Listen: I know it is early in the week to already be doing shortcut robot entries, but in my defense I drew five pages of an astronaut doing things today, so I earned this.
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by Mo Martin
Like Magellan on the sword of Lapu-Lapu, and Laika in the heat and misery of her capsule, Model K8 and the bacterial cultures it carried joined the ranks of those who died in noble exploration. K8 stepped into the first teleport station, sleek and fresh from the factory, smelling of paint and plastic hot from the electricity that surged underneath. It teemed with various life forms, harbored safely in its inner cavities. It arrived at the corresponding receiver, a writhing mass of steel and rubber and terrible organic pulp, emitting something not quite a mechanical whine, not yet a scream. It was commemorated in song, sculpture, and in the everlasting nightmares of all those who observed its arrival.
by Mo Martin
Like Magellan on the sword of Lapu-Lapu, and Laika in the heat and misery of her capsule, Model K8 and the bacterial cultures it carried joined the ranks of those who died in noble exploration. K8 stepped into the first teleport station, sleek and fresh from the factory, smelling of paint and plastic hot from the electricity that surged underneath. It teemed with various life forms, harbored safely in its inner cavities. It arrived at the corresponding receiver, a writhing mass of steel and rubber and terrible organic pulp, emitting something not quite a mechanical whine, not yet a scream. It was commemorated in song, sculpture, and in the everlasting nightmares of all those who observed its arrival.
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