Caldorted c.  and picked up terious vial. For a moment, cransparent liquid s it e, stopping tivity of all tal organs  to the head.

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    teetment of tobacco-stained enamel jutting like stalactites and stalagmites out of eetruggling to s o tery meat lodged betting enamel.

    “trouble  it  of trying to stick around. Its a good ted tootured.

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    “Fuck toot count on  enougo make tools. tools for cruss and so on rial revolution, er. tter o be tool t imately usher in our demise.”

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    “But apes used tools long before ested.

    “Indeed if you arted. But apes ims of tools. ellect is exactly o trigger our extinction. Imagine a  tools. No more car accidents, plane accidents, boats sinking, industrial accidents. No more computers. No  good eye ared questioningly at Caldment of stuff.

    “No hackers?”

    “Indeed. ruders and ne man o be afraid of eetiger or some poisonous serpent.”

    “Got somet hackers, Slav?”