Skin Horse by Shaenon K. Garrity and Jeffrey C. Wells
- March 05, 2013
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Somewhere in this great nation is a top-secret government agency in charge of providing aid to America's nonhuman citizenry. Perpetually overworked and underpaid, these dedicated civil servants soldier on with a dedication exceeded only by their respective passions for heavy rifles, stylish footwear, and good sturdy squeaky toys. They're not our country's best nor our country's brightest, but to all the lost and lonely creations of misguided science wandering the wild places of this country, they are a beacon of minimum-wage hope. This is their story.
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Nabuquduriuzhur said, 3 months ago
“Scotch? It was inwented by a little old lady from Leningrad.”
Nabuquduriuzhur said, 3 months ago
Or is it a reference to the nasty surgeon-major in Zulu? “Brandy is for heros, mr. Hook. The rest of you will have to make do with boils on your skin, flies in your meat, and dysentery in your bellies.”
Three Steps Over Japan said, 3 months ago
Glenfiddich, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.
Darwinskeeper said, 3 months ago
I like the note about logging off, a reminder that “Violet” is nothing more than an expesive remote controlled device.