* (the Teleporter) There's NO EXIT (not just " ...from Brooklyn" anymore.)
We are within a gelid. roiling morass currently dictated by a pretender-'human'
whose heart-pump space has an ambient Temp ~~ [-1 ºK]
--impossible as, formerly that was said to Be.
But Be of Good Cheer!
(as to How, currently? Shut Up. (
We are within a gelid. roiling morass currently dictated by a pretender-'human'
whose heart-pump space has an ambient Temp ~~ [-1 ºK]
--impossible as, formerly that was said to Be.
But Be of Good Cheer!
(as to How, currently? Shut Up. (