The machine intelligence misunderstood an instruction to create a chapter illustration, and wrote a chapter sequel.
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250.5 ~ Go Getters (continued)
The cook-off was staged beneath striped awnings on the promenade, between the pub and the lake, where Ruksa Zila’s resident ducks had to be shooed away from the prep tables by a pair of size-one maroli wielding little orange flags.
Berlina Lopez arrived in an apron that read KISS THE COOK OR STAND BACK, and the Minister of Interplanetary Affairs — Chef Balin Droma of Eeka Prime, a broad-shouldered Fila with a waxed crest and the confidence of a man who had once flambéed a six-kilo river eel on live television — stepped off his yacht carrying a lacquered spice chest handcuffed to his wrist.
Brandon saw this and muttered, “That can’t be a good sign.”
“It’s television,” said Dori Fila, not looking up from her monitor wall. “Everything is a good sign.”
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