hello. there. was. a boy. and he. was. really.

hello. there. was. a boy. and he. was. really. cool. he did not. have a lot. of friends. he was there. to go out. but he didnt like anyone. whatever. so weird.

thought has thoughts. His thoughts were. short. to the point. but one thought. led to another. The boy. encountered. a contradiction! two thoughts. opposed. stubbornly. frustration

. setting. in..thoughts. breaking down. into. words. then. l.e.t.t.e.r.s.. o.h. g.o.d.. t.h.e. t.i.e.s. t.h.a.t. b.i.n.d. a..r..e.. n..o..t.. t..y..i..n..g.. f r e e l e t t e r s

F9 AB 50 C2 3D 11 EF 04 B7 93 1 0 0 1 1 1 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 ... Slowly I regained my senses; binary, to hex, to letters, to words, to meaning. "What the hell just

touch it a little." Said the lady of the night. I don't think she realizes that I am a cyborg.

My name is 905 or Boris. My cyborg brain defenestrated this lady of the night right into traffic on Fifth Avenue, in front of Saks fur salon. My mum wrote me about it. By then I

started to realize that my mum was programming me on the fly. The umbilical really was an umbilical. Even now she was erasing my subroutines about what this is that I just figured

out, but now can't remember. My mother was always erasing my memory. She says that it is to protect me from evil. She treats me like a baby. I am going to run away from home

someday but first... why did I come into the kitchen again? It wasn't for a new fork was it? No, that wasn't it. Maybe to grab another Milky Way. I don't think so. Anyway, as I was

saying, something about forks. Maybe. Milky forks? I shook my head, frustrated at my spotty memory. Ever since I'd been abducted by aliens, I seemed to forget things more often.