MBT sko klaring

MBT sko klaring
Chris pulled his head out of his TV monitor, but now the internet was in his head.
He browsed through a large array of websites, all in his head, all in the blink of an eye. It was rather useful having the internet in one's head, thought Chris, especially for
answering all the random questions people ask all the time like "What's the population of Boise, ID?" It is 223,154 . Or "Is a tomato a fruit of a vegetable?" It's a
fruit but for the purposes of taxation the Supreme Court said it is a vegetable. The questions that scared me, though, were the random ones in dark alleys that came with a gun in m
y anus. "What's the average rainfall of the Amazon basin? Who's buried in Grant's tomb? How does he eat and breathe in space, and other science facts?" I parkoured up the alleyway
, my eyes glued to the sky in search of the Satellite of Love. But the smog and the rain clouds obscured my view. Maybe that was for the best. They had my coordinates, and they
could easily contact me after the smog and rain clears in forty-five years, or so. In the meantime, I’ll dream about the Satellite of Love; every night, I’ll pray for its return.
Centuries later, one frigid winter night, his descendant aims a telescope towards a moving point of light. A telepathic secret is shared. The light stops, increases in brightness,
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" shines brightly into her mind.

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