"Why can't I rip the tag off of the mattress??!!!"

"Why can't I rip the tag off of the mattress??!!!" Stacy knew why, but she did not let on. She wanted Terri to
find out the terrible secret herself because Stacy had just studied heuristics. Terri grabbed the mattress tag and yanked. The tag was still there, blood trickled down her arm
despite a momentary lapse in syntax. Terri looked over her own arm, her mouth agape in awe at the glaring bullet wound smoking from just beneath her shoulder. The mattress tag fell
into the glistening pool of mercury below. The vapors smelled like that time Terri got with that dirty girl... Shit man think straight for the love of skillfully organized
long-life milk. The pool of mercury was supporting the famous Michelson-Morley experiment, so Terri stole their interferometre with a smirk and went back to the dirty girl.
"What is it that you want, I wonder," she sighed, and eyed the newly acquired interferometer. "I want you to assist me in my experiments," said Terri. "I have an aether theory..."
"You mean dark matter theory" he replied. "Aether, dark matter, they're the same thing, They just renamed it so it sounds less archaic" he continued, despair in his voice. Terri
yaki chicken stains on his shirt, and rings under his eyes, Hawking really got me with his synthetically despairing voice. I tried cheering him. "You've been sniffing ether again?
His watery eyes looked at me sadly. It's those damned AI again. I told the scientists at JPL not to do it, but they just wouldn't listen. Now look where we are.
Humanity's social fabric has been automated away. We are slaves to The Machine, which slowly erases our last memories of each others' faces while we stare at FUNNY KITTEN PICTURES!

Started: 2011-08-19 17:17:59
Finished: 2015-04-12 14:38:20

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