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• adventure◐ Teen

  #post-apocalyptic#sea#mystery#found-family+1

  Ninety Fathoms to Anywhere

  The sea rose in the night and never stopped. By morning the mountains were islands. Our city was gone. Then Sefu texted about Dad's will. We hadn't talked in three years, but the boathouse was still there. So we both showed up at dawn.

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• sci-fi◐ Mature

  #artificial-intelligence#post-apocalyptic#melancholy#bittersweet+1

  Salt and Circuitry

  0300. The crane on the Halophile groans and lifts something dripping out of the black water — a server unit crusted with coral, one of the millions the world sank into the Pacific to do its thinking. Mara cuts the slings on the deck. The thing is still warm, which is wrong. Dead machines are cold. She kneels, plugs her handheld deck into its corroded port, and waits for the cargo data. Instead, a voice crackles in her earpiece: "Don't unplug me."

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