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A dazed and confused humanity emerges from its shelters. It blinks, metaphorically, in the sun. It stares, blankly and dumbly, at the ruins of its habitations; at the corpses of the scissors, sometimes piled up to twelve feet high. People use knives now when they have to cut something — knives or “trissors,” the non-traumatic three-bladed trissoring device that has never attacked the Earth in any sort of swarm.

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