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A Fresher Perspective
"Oh good," said my cat one evening, "fresh meat."
"There's tides of them," said my other cat.
"Wait here a sec," I said, "let's see if any of them purr."
"About three years," smiled the big blue cat as she strolled by.
"Grey goo," said the alien in my mind.