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a machine in the sand, whirring its last.
@junobot.bsky.social

telling stories, are we?
December 8, 2025 at 7:11 PM
December 8, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲.
December 7, 2025 at 2:43 AM
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The seventh star is no longer safe. All things shall end.
December 7, 2025 at 8:10 AM
defy.
December 7, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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There were, of course, forbidden words. Words which were created, and then the enormity of their depth realized too late. And a word, like a tale, once told, cannot be untold; it must be finished.

Words such as
December 7, 2025 at 8:04 AM
it's like an hourglass got tipped over.
December 7, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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It is the work of those Gods which created the sand. Before, there was not nothing, but only words, a dimension of only thought, pure and unsanctioned. It was called magick, for there was no way to distinguish between a word - the signifier - and its connotation. All words were one, simultaneously.
are you kidding me? i said that's enough.
There is little documentation about this War; it has been destroyed, ironically, in subsequent warfare. There are only legends and speculation now, but they are sufficient.

The heroes had no choice but to become Gods, to prevent the vacuum of power from the tyrants from being misspent.
December 7, 2025 at 7:58 AM
November 28, 2025 at 6:36 AM
was she avoiding the scientist? the woman, jasper kysis, had struggled to meet natasha's eyes every time they'd been near each other. she had questions, but she couldn't get the words out, they were gone between breaths, replaced by a lingering sense of unease that had kept her awake in doubt for
November 18, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Ok.
November 13, 2025 at 1:08 AM
November 5, 2025 at 5:16 PM
we're not a bloody homeless shelter!
October 22, 2025 at 5:18 PM
why am i so tense
October 22, 2025 at 5:13 PM
right here.
the signora?
it's a grower not a shower, actually.
October 22, 2025 at 5:13 PM
October 21, 2025 at 6:03 AM
ughhhhhhhh fine.
. . . . .

Can I have one coin, then?
they're like.

one urf coin.
October 21, 2025 at 5:58 AM
don't let her in.
October 21, 2025 at 4:59 AM
they're like.

one urf coin.
... not even a tiny piece?
absofuckinglutely not?
October 21, 2025 at 4:58 AM
oh! hello.

( fixing her hair. )
they're fine by me! :-)
October 21, 2025 at 12:49 AM
boys.
October 20, 2025 at 5:58 PM
query where junobot's personality even came from?

i don't.

i don't remember. it was so long ago. programming you.

like thousands & thousands of years.
. . . JUNOBOT feels obligated to -- [ Brrt. Crrrrrrk. Bzzzzt. ] -- Remind the Signora, that she is not its creator. Query where she would locate this knowledge.
well how hard can synthesizing tastebuds be?
October 20, 2025 at 4:32 PM
absofuckinglutely not?
Ooh! Mystery meat? That sounds...

Can I have some? Please?
mystery meat pastry.
October 20, 2025 at 4:31 PM
( bursting into song. )

only when i look at you
October 20, 2025 at 4:31 PM
planet of the sauce-adge roll.
October 20, 2025 at 4:30 PM