Online Exclusive Fiction: Cannabis Does Not Compute

“OPEN the pod bay doors, Hal . . . Do you read me, Hal? . . . Hello, Hal, do you read me? Do you read me, Hal?... Hal, do you read me?” “Who is it?” “It’s me, Dave. Open the pod bay
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