A backwater bunch of students wedge between highRivalry as they go in pursuit of contraband come~Oddities: exciting Slot"Chordized life forms & gradually coaxing Options to redesign their own nature. Part of them already genetically spliced /-\ including Pyramis, who has been disinte'Greated by whiir'pool among his father's museum archives, covertly intercepted by the SILPH~fibers who speak of magnifying resources via rich*jeWells, while M%Arched by the Cyber*coping for hybrid#Tat Renaissance.

Microscopic geometries glisten at him, boiling under the skin; if any want Influence, they'll have to Filter bait, then Etch new templates over core Foundations. And it's bombs away with Buccaneer bartering that coincide with Rubecca, half of town Legends, witch no one can quickly Peg what she's romped out of her cottage over - but she's Giant'vanced enough to have charmed an insect nest into a G'@stral beacon. Wait, that's merely a parcel-truth among the Maternity: even they don't foresee what new~Wave machinations come stirring behind mentors & flooding between Pir@sitic bOOty.

Gestures & genders begin to hanggg questionably about who Guards what (*costumes & hostages doth ripple..).);  promi'Sealing tremendous tHornZ as the seekers strive to polish crystals to cutting-edge circuits & harvest the Abodes of neck'tar W^ere fore-shaken i./Deals must restruct'Shore preconceptions ~ + Even if they're monitored around the clock for honesty, the crew won't remain earthbound Fur-long once they understand t@tts & perMute~Ability...

Valkyrie ShoWerres vs. The decoy Lend$'

Once the skirmish for a decent spot at the vending machines ended, we reassembled at a place better suited for munching snacks. It was closer in proximity to the Arcade Machines, including a huge pentagonal table twice the size of the one we had previously been sitting around. A cluster of 5 bowl-shaped, honey-glaze chairs studded with silver stars*{)@{) crossed-by thin threads of red, arranged a ring around it. 


I targeted Sigmund as we drifted through the wilderness in search of some Promised land. Time was an inchworm. He still seemed agitated. 


“Umm, Siggy?” I began tentatively. 


He inquired, “What’s up?” but seemed aloof. 


“So Saul got involved with this because he wants to oversee the safety of his homemade launcher?” It didn’t escape, but I felt a laugh rising in my airways. 


Lock'eD-UP StaiNs