Via aliettedb, post the first line of some of your stories.
"You're a robot, you know, I made you."
Jeanie wanted to see the outer space freaks.
I hated working Ginza Space.
Mina pushed through the last of the ferndrapes and bounced up to the top branch, blinking in the bright sun.
Ernest pushed into Jobson's, assaulted by a wave of image data raining on his swarm.
I felt the raindrops on my head and worried about the spiders.
Mousca flew through the looping vines and pod stalks of the forest floor, heading for home and short on uptime.
The ill-mannered knave had the temerity to accost Nikost outside the Royal gates, and beg a commission from him, as if he were a down-alley magi of three colors.
Cinnabar kept her secrets, Maura realized.