Beware of a petulant man with a vuvuzela
- Beware of a petulant man with a vuvuzela
- who stalks the streets at twilight. That was the advice passed down to me by my elders, a legend that all knew of, but I had always been a skeptic. I decided to test the validity
- of the tale by taking a stroll of my own at twilight. It wasn't 10 minutes into my walk when I saw her duck behind the azaleas. It was her. The legend. It was VulvaVoice.
- VulvaVoice, the greatest cyborg singer of all time, had almost lost her life to and explosion that had released gas into her mansion. Someone made her a cyborg, and she became a
- terrific singer as a result. The cybernetic vocal chords they implanted were near perfect. No unaugmented person could ever hope to surpass her. That was until she met
- Renaldo, a man with a voice unrivaled by even the mechanical and augmented peoples of his age. The moment their eyes met during a concert in Venice, she knew he was better than she
- nannigans with Oswaldo. Renaldo's natural baritone had a timber that made her resolve melt. She decided then nevver to return to Rio. When Renaldo dropped his masque his deformity
- attracted and repelled her equally. Then he handed her a polished cube of walnut wood with a ticket to Rio stapled to it. Trust Renaldo, her damned weakness for timber would undo
- everything she'd worked for. She thanked him with a sigh and went to board the plane. Walnut wood. She was giving up her life for this, for
- "green" energy aeronautics. There had been a time when their country had been first on the moon. Now, the way things were, they didn't even have a space program.
- Started
- 2013-03-02 23:00:45
- Finished
- 2013-10-10 08:48:22
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SlimWhitman Oct 10 2013 @ 13:33
Isn't it good, Glaswegian wood?