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We were, myself and the general Brex, as usual, like every day stellar all'Ultrix front, the last of the mainframe glorious galactic federation. Next to us, loyal to duty and the two nutroidi Baskix Minni, analyzed the stellar space ahead of us. All of a sudden, seeing the officer committed Dragon arrives to make his report on the damage done by the ship.
needed an emulator CGA (Advanced Galactic Complex) to repair the positronic circuits monitorizzanti. I suggest contacting the chief engineers Lexandron, the man who was in a position from a box of matches to build a mechanical arm controlled by a microprocessor. At this point, tired of his hard work, the general Brex, leave me alone for the umpteenth time. To replace it reaches him, the immeasurable, inexhaustible, and invisible Jekil doctor.
The day was dark and stormy unmatched mood hung over his every slightest smile sprung from the lips of the crew. He had been locked in his cabin until then, but sooner or later would have to come out and meet other carbon machines. A dark cloud enveloped the corridors (and nasty bitch even lift my staff). It was not enough shelter even on the bridge because it was past its even there smoking a cigar stench slow (where they bought? Laundered them or what? These were the questions that plague the crew).
At what point of space-time was possible in 4566.354.35 find such a thing? He got up and approached dangerously, but return it on his PC era human approximation of XXmo century. Asked who would make a double (with him? Even in death!). No one answered (of course).
Dragon is around air circumspect, his secret dream was to do a double with Dr. J. but could not show this weakness in front of others (poor).
-Hmmmm. CyberCocain said, could mean anything, but in reality it was the resolution of a gamma function of degree of the scale Piciu 8vo. After that huge job began to laugh (did not understand how we could pseudo-human marvel at such a shining example of power and fancy mathematics.)
-Are you crazy. Boffonchiò CHR13.
Dr J. toured the ship with his hands in his pockets convinced of having to beat someone at something (in reality we were not crazy). To see him walking was always a comic, with those broad shoulders ... But then suddenly comes to a few thousandths of a second to our command post and Cyber \u200b\u200bchaired by me, no way I could not see who it was.
-456.354.35 What? BXXXX asked. It was a poor-toxic, and somehow finished for some reason in our midst, a strange substance absorbed molecules synthesized by human cells Snow lived also in their XXmo century as the PC Dr. J. The time travel was really difficult for our poor minds and everyone was trying to do what he could to save their brain neurons.
Dragon:
-Verza lend me the disc please? Cabbage-
lend me the disc please? Cabbage-
lend me the disc please? Cabbage-
lend me the disc please? Cabbage-
lend me the disc please?
waited for him to stop, but nothing could make him desist, so I tried to interrupt him, but eventually switched off in the analog voice circuits, was perhaps the case to replace them, they were old enough. Cabbage-
I delete the virus? Who the fuck has reassembled the
circuits?
Breskin:-DIECIMILAAAAA! He jumped up on the chair, Baskix was shocked by the news and returned to work diligently to build a new structure (a record). 8
Dog came to us but it kicked out, not to step on shit, we. Asterix
returned, said nothing was too pissed off from the books of my memories of war and interstellar burst at some point: - Two books you write?
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