I like talking about the past, even though it was just about as abysmal as it is now. I'm hiding in an old psych ward, now. I have been for the past six months. There are still robots here, but they're cool... for machines.
I saw a pretty boy that I liked today. He's hiding out here, too. He said his name is Owen. Poor guy... he assumed that the refrigerator was safe. Luckily I saved him from being entrapped in a mildly cold box surrounded by stale salad and some condiments. He thanked me.
I think about the few good memories I have to keep me going. I'm not going to say that they keep me sane, because whoever could stay sane in this world of insanity needs to stay the fuck away from me because they're most likely a psychopath.
When I was around ten years old, I took horseback riding lessons. I remember one day after the lesson, I rode my horse out to the field in the back. Under a tree through beams of sunlight, ponies were frolicking and rolling around in the ground. They were so happy, so carefree. I think about that whenever I want to just give up.
I hung out with Fuzzy today. He said that the spirit world was in disorder ever since this apocalypse happened. He said people still need their help, but no one is asking for it but me. I wonder what it's like, the spirit world... I wonder if it's nice.
The nurse cyborgs here are still programmed to be nice. They offer me my medications, and I pretend to take them. We exchange empty, meaningless smiles. Sometimes I worry that I'm becoming as robotic as they are.
I don't like watching TV anymore, especially the news, now that it's become apparent that cyborgs have taken over all of the major stations. I watched it today, though... CNN. They talked about how we humans should be concerned, because the airports are using X-Rays that can cause cancer in 2% of us. The X-Rays scan the human body so that you can basically see a negative photo of someone naked. They say we should be concerned about that, too, because it's violating our privacy. Then they said, if we didn't want anyone to see us naked, we could get groped by cyborgs working at the airport. They're searching for bombs, you see. They're looking for someone gutsy enough to take down an airplane with themselves and everyone else in it. We should be concerned. What they mean by concerned is scared shitless. Well I'm not afraid. I'm not planning on flying anywhere, anyway.
I'm safe here... for now.
Anyway, this Owen kid... he's pretty cute. And by pretty cute I mean really hot. The robots might have taken away my hope but they sure haven't taken away my sex drive...
I saw a pretty boy that I liked today. He's hiding out here, too. He said his name is Owen. Poor guy... he assumed that the refrigerator was safe. Luckily I saved him from being entrapped in a mildly cold box surrounded by stale salad and some condiments. He thanked me.
I think about the few good memories I have to keep me going. I'm not going to say that they keep me sane, because whoever could stay sane in this world of insanity needs to stay the fuck away from me because they're most likely a psychopath.
When I was around ten years old, I took horseback riding lessons. I remember one day after the lesson, I rode my horse out to the field in the back. Under a tree through beams of sunlight, ponies were frolicking and rolling around in the ground. They were so happy, so carefree. I think about that whenever I want to just give up.
I hung out with Fuzzy today. He said that the spirit world was in disorder ever since this apocalypse happened. He said people still need their help, but no one is asking for it but me. I wonder what it's like, the spirit world... I wonder if it's nice.
The nurse cyborgs here are still programmed to be nice. They offer me my medications, and I pretend to take them. We exchange empty, meaningless smiles. Sometimes I worry that I'm becoming as robotic as they are.
I don't like watching TV anymore, especially the news, now that it's become apparent that cyborgs have taken over all of the major stations. I watched it today, though... CNN. They talked about how we humans should be concerned, because the airports are using X-Rays that can cause cancer in 2% of us. The X-Rays scan the human body so that you can basically see a negative photo of someone naked. They say we should be concerned about that, too, because it's violating our privacy. Then they said, if we didn't want anyone to see us naked, we could get groped by cyborgs working at the airport. They're searching for bombs, you see. They're looking for someone gutsy enough to take down an airplane with themselves and everyone else in it. We should be concerned. What they mean by concerned is scared shitless. Well I'm not afraid. I'm not planning on flying anywhere, anyway.
I'm safe here... for now.
Anyway, this Owen kid... he's pretty cute. And by pretty cute I mean really hot. The robots might have taken away my hope but they sure haven't taken away my sex drive...
