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... re very much accustomed to the cold table on their back, and the taste of anaesthetic. Their creators, the Gene Tyrants, had not built them to last. Generally, Scurrants had been fleeting amusements and little more -- the shortcuts in their genetics piling up over the generations until their bodies were no longer viable.
Peran had lived a relatively blessed life. As an ’invisible’ Scurrant -- imbued with some of the traits of a chicken, of all things -- he’d only required a few adjustmen ...
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