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the mechanical voice from my number*counting*machine said: "you've got a male". i was not interested. but irony was:
my hands, my mind, and my boredom... are three different stories. So my hand pushed the button, my mind cursed it for it, and my boredom dropped my ass into the sofa. Great work! Now let's see who's the asshole who disturbed my inner-drama! "Hy there,
how are you?" - he said. A male. An average looking male. What a weird situation: an unknown male standing in my room. I had no clue it would turn in this way. But my politness forced me to say another non convincing "Thanx, and what about you?".
"I am amusing myself, as I am using holographic projection.
Does this interface suits your minimal requirements for communication?"
"I got holo-punck'd! Fair well, sir! I got it, now you can flush yourself away!"
"It took a long time for me to configure this game, so I stay." I was pretty annoyed but this impudent male,
I still tried to avoid my emotion, to veil
My disgust 'bout this holographic disruption.
Does this interface suits your minimal requirements for communication?"
"I got holo-punck'd! Fair well, sir! I got it, now you can flush yourself away!"
"It took a long time for me to configure this game, so I stay." I was pretty annoyed but this impudent male,
I still tried to avoid my emotion, to veil
My disgust 'bout this holographic disruption.
