I have no strength to keep my eyelids open

I have no strength to keep my eyelids open and no willpower to stop it happening all over again. The dragonflies are here again and they're no longer blue.

They are silver, well gun metal grey really. They are I-sects set for a "Trance Paradigm" by the Warden Mech in the Cloud Tower. They mist me with Tranquas and watch my every move.

I'm one of the lucky ones. I've been tagged for further code enhancement by the Tertiary Tech Scanner of Summa Quadrant. 99% of everything I've ever known has been deleted.

The remained 1% isn't anything to write home about either, but it's better than nothing. It really gets my goat that so much of me has been erased. My hard drive feels rusty

And my email server was hacked. This meant I can only be reached by phone or snail mail. It took getting used to but I found it was quite all right. Yahoo was blocking posts now.

-d Flanders doll knew the truth. "Hidelly-ho, neighborino!" he said. It was true. He lived right next to me, on my bed. "Will you only speak the truth?" I asked him. "Okelly-doke

, neighborinoino." I snapped. "That's one too many ino, you spooky sentient Flanders doll. Your existence makes me want to puke. What do you even know about truth?" It shuddered

With anger and became a super giant Flanders doll. The moustached monolith stalked the streets, smashing his fist through windows to put more clothes on the scandalous mannequins.

“Toodily-DOO!” it yelled as it punched out a window. For its work, the doll ascended to Heaven. This annoyed the real Ned Flanders, who always thought HE was worthy of Ascension.