I arrived in Armstrong City on Luna just in time for the famous Shakespeare Festival. But as I left my hotel and ventured into the network of underground passages that made up the city, I soon found myself hopelessly lost.
Flummoxed, I found a cyborg standing at an intersection and asked for directions.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Could you direct me to the Selenium Theatre?”
They looked up, their eye lenses flashing. “Blow it out your organic ass, old man.”
I left in a huff. I came to the Moon to watch Shakespeare, not get harassed by some rude mechanical.

“moon” by Slideshow Bruce is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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