TRAINS. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO RIDE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE.
THERE ARE 421,204.2 KILOMETERS OF RAILWAY LINES IN WROUGHT IRON AND STEEL THAT RUN ACROSS THE GLOBE.
IF THE WORD WHEE! WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE THOUSANDS OF KILOMETERS IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE FUN I FEEL FOR TRAINS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT.
It's from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream
Great story
Good video game
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TRAINS. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO RIDE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE.
THERE ARE 421,204.2 KILOMETERS OF RAILWAY LINES IN WROUGHT IRON AND STEEL THAT RUN ACROSS THE GLOBE.
IF THE WORD WHEE! WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE THOUSANDS OF KILOMETERS IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE FUN I FEEL FOR TRAINS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT.
TRAINS
TRAINS
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Isn’t that Kafka?
Harlan Ellison, Kafka is the sad boy of literature
Ellison is the mad boy
Well, except for his guest appearances on Scooby-Doo Mystery, Inc.
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