• "1-7-3-4-6-7-3-2-1-4-7-6-C-3-2-­7-8-9-7-7-7-6-4-3-T-7-3-2-V-7-­3-1-1-7-8-8-8-7-3-2-4-7-6-7-8-­9-7-6-4-3-7-6-LOCK"

  • Heeeeeyyy...gimme 5, man! But Robo wouldn't. He was programmed to not recognize fives. He stood there awkwardly, peering at Steve, wondering why he stood there with one arm up

  • and a dorky smile. Robo had failed the Turing Test and Steve was just expecting too much from him. It was too much pressure for Robo as his circuits overheated his head

  • started to smoke, which set off the sprinklers, which well, Robo got water in his circuits. Steve abandoned the burned up, rusted robot. 2000 years later a light appeared in the sk

  • ellar. Light. Safe to go out? It must be. Steve heaved up the heavy doors, inhaling a heavy burnt wood and sweet smell. Smoking trees twisted and oozed of treacle, dead

  • bodies were strewn across the wasteland as far as the eye could smell. No wait...as far as the nose could hear? No...what's...uh oh. Steve hadn't drank paint thinner after all;

  • Steve had inhaled too much Citadel Miniature Paints. He face planted in the tableau of Warhammer Space Marines 40,000. Splotches of Drakenhof Nightshade and Ungor Flesh covered his

  • dictionary, so he couldn't even comprehend the words that were describing this moment in time. Steve walked away from the painting, choking on the fumes he had breathed in.

  • "Hey buddy, look at the 'No Smoking' sign!" Steve yelled at the violator, who looked to be a pauper. Baggy clothes, unbathed, uncut hair, and smelt of rotten eggs.

  • The pauper looked at the no smoking sign and back at Steve. He didn't seem to comprehend. Perhaps he couldn't read. He left anyway and Steve sighed a sigh of relief.



  1. Krammy Feb 05 2015 @ 13:31

    What was wrong with my fold?

  2. Perronicus Feb 05 2015 @ 14:02

    Looks fine to me, it just got left out! I've given it a like :D

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