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Lazy Gun: A Science Fiction Story

Posted on February 16, 2026February 16, 2026 By Roo

This was a short story and essay reflection that I wrote for a class called Data Narratives. 0 The uncertain darkness of the station was interrupted by advancing headlights. A screech accompanied them, seeming to reverberate from all around as the tram car pulled in. The landing was transformed: what…

Lazy Gun: A Science Fiction StoryFebruary 16, 2026
This was a short story and essay reflection that I wrote for a class called Data Narratives. 0 The uncertain darkness of the station was interrupted by advancing headlights. A screech accompanied them, seeming to reverberate from all around as the tram car pulled in. The landing was transformed: what...
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