Strange nights
The fields stretched endlessly before me and the conveyors went with it carrying their dark brown river. I walked alongside them an outstretched hand brushing along the sides until I come to a point where the machinery had obviously broken down. The belt has been pulled out of line and left to rust by the side; dark beans spill off the belt into a trough filled with straw to be hand picked and transported over to the next belt.
"So this is what unprocessed chocolate looks like" I thought/said.
"Well done oh great Etruscan detective," another voice thinks/says "but that's the least of your concerns"
"I do not fear the Genesis Pig." I reply calmly. "Why use straw, it must make collection difficult?"
"We have too many replicators" thought/said the voice
"You have a replicating replicator." I grow more alert " It must be stopped"
4 comments:
What in the same of goodness…?
I'm still wondering as to what a Genesis Pig is.
Prob what Phil Colins' wife called him when he dissed her! Ha
Ah but I do fear Phil Collins :-P
I had an amusing dream a few nights back when I woke up and decided I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, so I simply contemplated what I would do if I got up; that went a bit bizarre with me having to avoid the hanging garlands from the walls (nope no idea)
So I stopped that thought, and decided I really had better get up now... at which point I woke up.
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