Under the plastic sky No 6, he was floating again, pretending to be naked just like in that embarrassing holographic nightmare he had every now and then. The voice of his Feminine S.I.D.E (synthetically engineered deus ex) went on and off in regular intervals, and the radio that he embedded into his left wrist was broadcasting distorted electro-schlagers by Lord Laloux’s specter.
The last thing he heard before entering the D.R.E.A.M. (devastatingly rejuvenating energizer of ancient magic) mode was: “Your tissue will completely decompose for the 19th reincarnation in exactly half an eon. Please drink the corresponding elixir.”
The last thing he heard before entering the D.R.E.A.M. (devastatingly rejuvenating energizer of ancient magic) mode was: “Your tissue will completely decompose for the 19th reincarnation in exactly half an eon. Please drink the corresponding elixir.”
Tic-Tac-Toe
Indifference
Self-Denial
Silence
Useless
Endless
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