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One crisp autumn morning, Duck found a smooth, flat stone near the reeds. Etched into its surface, as if by a tiny bolt of lightning, was the word:

The stone crumbled to dust.

Duck tilted his head. Quack-pre?

He tried it out loud. “Quack... pre?” duck.quackpre

A holographic blueprint shimmered into the air above the pond. It showed Duck’s own brain, but crisscrossed with glowing lines of code. It showed his webbed feet turning into gyroscopic stabilizers. It showed his beak becoming a sonic resonator. One crisp autumn morning, Duck found a smooth,

Duck, with nothing left to lose, took a breath and let out a single, perfect, trembling quack. One crisp autumn morning