flash fictions and fucking addictions
the cyborg
they lived on the moon, sleeping in dark tunnels of fused sand to avoid all the hard radiation. he had recently sold a kidney and bought a rare copy of windows 95, beta, of course. a sadistic techno-fetishist obsessed with antique technology, he made several trips a year to japan, hunting old files in the .exe preserves. this required him to don a pressure suit and descend 12 fathoms to the dim crystal bubbles of forgotten data colonies. thin silicon wafers in his black body suit connected him to 100 gigs of ram jacked through a port in his skull. he became obsessed. he stopped talking to her. so she left him on a rocketship, hunting new worlds. he watched the splash of her exit flames through the window and turned to go. a nice girl, he reflected. a way to pass the time.
they lived on the moon, sleeping in dark tunnels of fused sand to avoid all the hard radiation. he had recently sold a kidney and bought a rare copy of windows 95, beta, of course. a sadistic techno-fetishist obsessed with antique technology, he made several trips a year to japan, hunting old files in the .exe preserves. this required him to don a pressure suit and descend 12 fathoms to the dim crystal bubbles of forgotten data colonies. thin silicon wafers in his black body suit connected him to 100 gigs of ram jacked through a port in his skull. he became obsessed. he stopped talking to her. so she left him on a rocketship, hunting new worlds. he watched the splash of her exit flames through the window and turned to go. a nice girl, he reflected. a way to pass the time.