just woke up from a flying dream. in this dreamworld there was a recording device, about half the size of a toaster, made of interlocking pieces of machined aluminum, that was used by members of a private organization to administer justice. people convicted of a crime would record their promises to atone and/or to change their behavior. when they failed to do so, I was one of those called to bring them back and face the recorder again. there was a small percentage of society that just kept rotating through the system.
some of the magical powers I had: I could walk floating above the ground, lean back and fly, and change shape in order to scare and trick my quarry.
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