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Celestial Automation
Celestial Automation
Celestial Automation
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Celestial Automation

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Keith Marksman is stuck between a job he doesn't like and the threat of unemployment. He's one of the last six human workers in a factory that has been systemically automated. And things aren't great at home either. Keith soon finds himself spiraling down into a rebellious rage when his wife leaves him for a sexbot.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDamian Foyle
Release dateSep 17, 2012
ISBN9781301055593
Celestial Automation
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Damian Foyle

Damian Foyle, is an aspiring fiction writer who loves writing short bio's, since it's almost a legit excuse for talking about himself in third person. Damian dabbles in SEO and article writing occasionally, but mostly focuses on short fiction and novels. He has published two short stories and currently working through a novel.

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    Celestial Automation - Damian Foyle

    Celestial Automation

    Damian Foyle

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    Copyright 2012 Damian Foyle

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    Chapter 01

    It was a tiny room, slightly larger than a holding cell and crammed to its limits with workers having their lunch. The air inside was stuffy and smelled of hard work and recycled oil. What left of the human work-force in the factory were all seated around a simple wooden table that took up most of the precious space.

    All of us except one were lost in a lively discussion

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