The first thing I notice about him isn’t

The first thing I notice about him isn’t his charcoal smudged hands, or his long black mess of hair, but his piercing green eyes. They’re brilliant, and I am completely entranced.

are not his. As it turns out, they're not. I found out from a friend that he'd had a double occular implant after a terrible auto accident. Ever since he's had strange dreams

occurring below his legs. The occular implants were in his knee caps. Whenever he almost broke a leg, he'd have a dream that he was an actor. I pulled his leg once and he dreamed

that he was Leonardo DiCaprio. Once he woke up we had a hard time convincing him that he wasn't just in another level of the dream world from "Inception". But cyborgs are often

dreaming of electric sheep and other dimensions - good luck convincing them of anything. He still thinks he is in La La Land and I'm too tired to argue. I smiled and said

"You're right. Now let's do it."

I grabbed her hand and took her to the secret hiding place where the crew hung out. They tossed her a can of spray paint and said "First we'll spray down the

IHOP, then we'll hit the Waffle House. Maybe later, the Denny's." She didn't know what these grafitti artists had against places that served breakfast all day. The paint can in her

hand trembled. She was torn...torn between her art and...pancakes. This was the crucible moment. She knew deep in her heart what meant the most. She dropped the can & ran inside.