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I have no idea about this one - my brain is a strange place.

Exhaustion ran through him faster than cheap beer at a happy hour - it even made him feel a little drunk as it slowed down his mind and reflexes. Goggles perched haphazardly on top of his head as he scrounged in the dark, feeling his way with torn up, almost useless hands.

Almost is a powerful word, especially in the dark.

He couldn't even risk a small match light; they'd see the red flickering between his matted fingers. A wrong turn could run him straight into something at knee level; they'd hear the muffled curses as flesh met metal. Another wrong turn would put him downwind; they'd smell him a mile away.

So he crept along, a snails pace that was almost as much torture as anything he could ever imagine. Another lifetime, he'd been a gogogo man. Jumped first into that interesting issues and only when he hit bottom would he have pondered the consequences. Now he had to creep along, check, set his brain to thought before muscles twitched in one direction or another.

He hated this world that he helped create almost as much as he hated himself. A world where using technology was a sign you wanted to die and die fast, ripped apart by creatures spawned from human's excess and experimentation.

Oh how he'd loved the experiments. How he'd loved bringing the new technology to light - the job well done coupled with the adoration of millions of people across the globe had been a heady combination. But, like everything, it was gone in the blink of an eye. They'd brought along their own destruction and they hadn't even realized it until it was too late.

A rustle to his right made him freeze in place, hands creeping back to his stomach as he curled in on himself, hoping that the dust and debris would help hide him.

The whispered words reached him before he could spot any movement in the black, barely heard but he knew their words by heart now. He whispered them to himself and rocked, ashamed of the fear but unable to do anything about it.

lookingforagoodtimewe'vegotsamplesenlargeyourpenisearnfromhomedeathdeathdeathdeathenlargeyourpenismakeherhappy

The shadows separated across the way from him, almost human in their movements now. They were learning but they had not learned enough and he relaxed as the four figures scurried from view again.

The man who used to be known as Steve Jobs cautiously stood up and held his ruined hands in front of him and searched amongst the rubble as he cursed the spambots under his breath but not loud enough, never loud enough, to call their attention to him.

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Date: 2009-11-18 04:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deathpixie
Oh wow, this is awesome. Well done. :)

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Date: 2009-11-19 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indiana-j.livejournal.com
*grins* Thank you. I 'blame' this, actually, on having to dump spam out of the spam catcher for the modlist.

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