“Oh for bloody… ugh.” Crow looked about for a path or trail or anything, then looked at his bothersome wing in a sling before setting off across the field. “I hate mud.”
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You've heard of the Old Man and the Sea? Or maybe the Chicken of the Sea? The Old Chicken? Forget that, I'm the other Old Man, the Old Man of the Tech. A Technology Fabulist, a known teller of tales, the Homer of the Post Atomic Age; that would be the Information Age. Is anyone keeping up with this? View all posts by Uncle Artie
