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AutopilotStanding in the middle of the room, I suddenly woke up - I thought about all the depressing matters
I had dealt with the last days - but I didn't feel depressed, I was laughing like crazy,
"and I didn't even have to feel ANY OF IT!"
After a whole year of intense studying, it felt like I was nearing my goal - after many bad attempts.
Standing in the shower, I was feeling that feeling you get afterwards, like when you're really
pleased with yourself. And I was - for many reasons.
I was hungry - of course I dealt with that in the same quick manner as everything else in my life these days.
I kept thinking to myself, that after this hits the market, will people ever go back? I didn't think so.
The world NEEDS people to make it go around, I mean, you can automate all you want, but you still need people
around the machines. The thing is, I want to give people the full package - depending on their lack of strength.
It's strange to see how freaking expendable our emotions
really are - how close
The clinic“This is the place?” I asked, peering out of the window of my girlfriend, Erica’s sedan. Sometimes I don’t know how I get talked into things. Erica had managed to convince me to go with her to get some procedure done at this run down little clinic by the edge of town. She had coupons or something and wanted to try it out. Me, I don’t like doctors, I don’t like dentists, I certainly didn’t want to try my luck with some unknown place but one conversation with my girlfriend later I had agreed not only to go with her but try it out too.
“This is the clinic.” Erica confirmed, pulling into a parking space
“Remind me again what this procedure is?” I asked
“It’s one of those look younger in just 30 minutes things.” Erica said
“Sounds like a scam.” I muttered
“How can it be a scam if we have a coupon for free trips?” Erica asked
“Just make sure if they ask you if you want any
England x Spain - I'll Teach You
“Huh?” The British man dropped the cooking materials he was holding, baffled at hearing a familiar voice out of no where. Strange, his house was empty besides him last time he checked, and he was almost completely sure he had locked all the doors.
Damn, it’s the cheery Spanish git again.
Suppressing a sigh, England wandered out of the kitchen to see Spain in the living room, already approaching toward him. “Engla—“
“What the bloody hell are you doing in my house? How’d you even get in?!” the blonde demanded, narrowing his thick eyebrows at the Spaniard.
“Never mind that, there’s something I want to show you!” Pulling the coffee table aside that previously lay in the center of the room, he spun around to face England again. Strutting to his direction, he stopped in the middle of the area, resting one hand on his hip as his other arm extended
Baker Boy [Part1]Ryan had just finished some leftover pizza from the night before. He ate more than he should have. He knew that. On the other hand, there were only four slices left. He could have had two but he would have still been hungry. He could have had three but then there would only be one left and who leaves just one slice of pizza? So he ate four. With that he had a side of ranch to dip in and a big glass of his favorite soda - vanilla coke. As he cleaned up lunch he realized it was time to get ready for work. Ryan threw on his work polo and couldn't help but notice how tight it was. The fabric was pressed tight agains his slightly chubby belly. The shirt also outlined his growing love handles that spilled over the side of his pants. Ryan was embarrassed. There was another feeling though, a feeling of intrigue. He couldn't help looking at his little belly and jiggle it slightly. "Wow, I'm getting fat." he thought to himself. He'll have to hide it while at work. With his gut sucked in and a ja
you were on a oily and worn table
and you were all screwed apart
machine parts everywhere
cause you were powered off
your head was still on your torso and lower body
but arms and legs were taken off
and your chestplate gone
head was open
your long hair soaked in fluids
black oil leaking out of your arm- and leg joints
your arm, the one nearest me
is a cogwheel in the midst
fastened to your slender female skeleton
and wires were sticking out - the mechanical wires that pulls your movement
the light is dull and yellow
and only lights up the table you're lying on
but i could see what else was around in a green and dim light
nothing of real interest
computers and monitors
your skin is yours
i can bend your bodyparts
and i hear the servos whirring
clear as a memory of yesterday
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