Brown Bear sat in his chair at the table and stared at the softly gleaming hunk of rock on his plate and poked it with his fork. “Accursed mineral, what good are you to me when there is no food to buy?”
Provisional
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You've heard of the Old Man and the Sea? Or maybe the Chicken of the Sea? The Old Chicken? Forget that, I'm the other Old Man, the Old Man of the Tech. A Technology Fabulist, a known teller of tales, the Homer of the Post Atomic Age; that would be the Information Age. Is anyone keeping up with this? View all posts by Uncle Artie
