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Robots with Human Hair

Obsidian shipwrecks dot the bright white coasts of Piano Island. Automatons kick up pale clouds of sand as they march to and fro, searching for shipwrecked humans. Strands of human hair fall over their emotionless faces; bits of skin have dried onto the glass chambers that house the robots’ brains.

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