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The nematodes had taken infiltrated his brain.

  • The nematodes had taken infiltrated his brain. Slipping past each other like passengers in a bus station. But they were sonic worms. Able to

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  • update themselves and evolve with their host. Soon his netchip were a writhing playground for the digital parasites. His zombie chip came onto a girl at netcafe. "Hey $ugar,

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  • you look real brainy. Can I have a taste?" The netcafe girl pepper-sprayed his zombie netchip. Eventually it was just him and the zombie netchip on a bus-stop in the rain, waiting

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  • For the Broadway bus that never showed up. He waited three hours, then three buses in a row showed up. He took the one that had seats on it. He looked at the old crmeya

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  • puzzle in his crossword book, to pass the time. "Creamy!" He shouted it loudly upon realizing the answer. The other bus patrons scooted silently away to other seats. At Broadway

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  • , as the bus slowed for a light, he got so excited at having cracked a hard crossword clue, that he had to jump up onto his seat and scream the solution, waving his pen: "SARIN!!!"

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  • Within seconds, the Bureau of Dangerous Substances had him in a headlock and confiscated his pen. They let him go after finding no nerve gas on him, but he never rode that bus

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  • again as long as he lived. It wasn't worth the risk of having any other supernatural events happen to him, and he preferred public transportation with no spatial anomalies.

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  • Still, he felt wary. If it happened again... he didn't even want to think about it. Sighing, he continued walking, when suddenly, he tripped into a black hole. When he woke up...

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  • He discovered he was dead of event horizon. Which meant he really wasn't dead. He was stuck in Event Horizon dieing. He was gonna die for a long time. Maybe until the next Big Bang

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