Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Gina stepped as close to Spike as she could, staring at him with her usual disconcerting intensity. "Where do you come from?" she asked, as she did almost every day.
"Same answer as always, Sweet Six. Earth."
"You're not human."
"Been down this road too. No, I'm not." I feel like Jody Foster in Silence of the Lambs, except instead of a cold-bloodedly logical mass murderer I've got this sorry lot. I'm beginning to suspect they don't even have a sodding plan.
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