Tachyon field compromised. Shit. Indian sex “Please! Eh. You know how there are dead life alcoholics, and then functional alcoholics who can hold a job with a clean cut appearance? She flicks and twists at them as they pass, and a display materializes. Number 1: You were not, in point of fact, in a hospital. How depraved did you want it to get? Why was losing access to porn so important? Everything is cordoned off with warning signs of extreme voltage and chemical hazards. Home? You’ve no idea if that’s true or not and honestly couldn’t care less if it wasn’t. No relative time will have passed.”
“Wait, so somewhere there’s a copy of me being condemned to.. I can’t!”
“You’re going to have to. Concrete walls and dripping condensation alongside the harsh exposed strip lights suggest this is very much not part of the tour. AI… Looking down at the lever you accidentally snapped off a nearby panel as you stumbled over your own feet, you watch helplessly as the doors slam shut and sirens start sounding. So, yeah. “Have you heard of the butterfly effect? You twist your fingers into the dishevelled matt of brown hair and yank the girl deeper down your shaft, revelling in the seeming lack of any gag reflex.
