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			<title>Augmented AI</title>
			<description>One by one they marched in unison, muddying the sea withclouds of sand.Laser guns set to fire; the drones ascended from the waves.&amp;nbsp;Ripping children from their homes, they tore apart the coastal town.Flameslicking the cloudless sky, smoke choking the brightest stars.Burning embersleft to c..</description>
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			<title>The Old Man</title>
			<description>The hairs on his skin were standing on end, and the tip of his nose wasfrozen in the wind. A snow storm drifted from the east, and icicles formed uponhis chest. His eyes were open wide, and his lips were gently pursed.&amp;nbsp;His arm dropped along the snowy drifts; nothing left, but a smile upon t..</description>
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			<title>The Flower</title>
			<description>When people walked along the road, they admired the flower. They dreamt ofpotting it in their homes, and keeping it on show for all their family andfriends. But when the flower began to wilt and die, their attention turned toother things. And in the end, when they themselves were old and grey,..</description>
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