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Thrusting this man into the wooden floor does not please me; he is still without an explanation. I cannot recall how I met him.

"...yeah well that's you! One of these days you're going to be a muddle of humanity...looking for a reflection to become you again! You never had a body Sunny! You're frozen!"

He stands to face me; I sit down covering my cheeks with cold palms. He circles steps around me; the tapping irritates me more than existence.

"You fucking annoy me motherfucker."

"You curse like a fucking sailor!"

"You called me a fucking sailor."

"...aw fuck...you know it's me if you could only remember."

".....sometimes I feel like metal."

"That's because you are. That's what makes you desire being a whole.....a real damn being."

"What are you?"

"...a third android and two thirds human..."

"......how do you feel anything?"

"Through mercury! It's inside some thing in my chest..."

"A heart?"

"Yes.....they said I used to be a man...they found me embedded inside ice."

"You were still alive?"

"I was frozen too but they thawed me out and experimented on me....somewhere called The Walled City...whatever that means...guess it was just a bunch of walls......they said it was named after a crazy guy found out was you. Said there was a twin one like it...but that's where they buried the rest of us.....yeah.."

"...I'm not real?"

"......blue amber is the source of electrical frequency...anyways some religion thinks it is the seed of life or some shit like that...some religion nobody worships anymore...nobody reads it..something that is Arabic or some shit like that. Don't know cause I never been there. I heard about it from some asshole clone I beat the hell out of for an answer...they said I was flipping out from being angry for being a part robot."

"You're not a robot. You just have artificial body parts that act upon your intelligence."

"You're not unreal. You're just a lost prism."

Red and blue rings surround Empire's antennae while Diesel wraps his arms over his chest; thus disapproval is evidence of environmental interference.

"What is it?"

"....they're trying to kill the bats."

"Why?"

"So we don't come back."

".......will it work?"

"No because nobody knows what a real bat looks like..."

".....why not?"

"...some of them are just flying rats."

".......I didn't know that."

"Some people will pretend to be us."

"Some rats will pretend to be bats."

Darkwing ate the red wire inside the switch modulator located inside the silver vehicle; it tasted like an umbilical cord from a mortal woman. Big play friend was sleeping; he falls asleep while I do things for his absence. He doesn't know; some people see me and talk to me. He sleeps and wakes up dreaming. There is something in the water where we walk for exercise and stress relief; the snake and fox silver pup know about it, they won't go over there, it eats horses and leaves their horseshoes. Big play friend hates it and wants to go over there but the bear won't let him; the thing in the water ate a cat and left a bloody carcass for him to find in protest. Now Marsha and my friend trade places for her to see what she tried to portray for us; the tables switch and food tastes like human nails, hair, and skin which reminds us of wearing flesh. He cannot see very much because of the fake sun spectrum but I wear spectacles that a construction worker brought for me; I used to live underneath their Brooklyn apartment and follow him to work. Lots of flashing bulbs, girls screaming, boys bringing flowers, and long cars; he just stand with his eyes big and walk home. I wonder what it was all about. He has an ugly bike that he retired for transportation. The people cut themselves with his knife when they thought it was just a currency item; it hurts like a thousand lies. People are watching us but he is sleeping; he looks at the clock and all time is gone. He only sleep for ten world seconds but it feels like eternity. He does that a lot then everybody start acting like they dreaming until he gets up for another theater presentation. My glasses are white boxes.

I follow a trail of tears into an empty apartment; there lays a child bundled inside flannel purple blankets. My head is curious but my mind acknowledges the shadow blemish.

"Who is it?"

"....he came out of some weird plug when I pulled out the wall; it was a video game from some manufacturer called America."

"What does he do to you?"

"He hurts me...."

"Can he be touched?"

".....Tokyo is no more what I wanted."

"Where is he now?"

"Behind you..."

"....where did he go?"

"..inside of your thing that you wear on your head."

"It's a virtual piece..."

"....why is everything like this?"

".......something happened to the magnetosphere and it started growing veins..."

"Like it was alive?"

"Yeah but it wasn't feeling emotion just electricity..."

"Like when they shock those dead looking people with paddle grips?"

"Exactly..."

"What's going to happen to us?"

".....see you in my dreams."

"Tell him I said hi."

"Who?"

".....the guy with bugs."

"......what does he look like?"

"Fuzz..."

"What does he do with the bugs?"

"....he puts them on people..."

"Like me?"

"Yeah but they don't touch you just stay in your pockets then when you go out they are free!"

".....any spiders?"

"No he is afraid of those."

"Why?"

"........some kind of video game with a vampire guy and white hair..."

"He looks like my other dad Diesel."

"...it's my favorite!"

"Will you remember me?"

"Yeah you got crazy curly hair!"

"Bye little gamer..."

"Bye big gamer."

Husband, when did everything become so disillusioned?

Wife, I wonder what will become of illusion.

Victoria, I had a dream you named a bug Motherfucker and set him free.

Aldous, sounds like me doesn't it?

Victoria, he thought it was hilarious.

Who?

The bug.

How does he know?

He laughs rolling around with some kind of caterpillar.

How did you see that?

I ate some peanut butter and fell asleep.

With Avie?

It's Avie's favorite right now. She feeds it to me with a big spoon and then feeds herself. We ate four jars of some natural golden crunch.

She has been so quiet lately.

She is thinking about us and what will happen.

She seems taller and more wiggly to carry.

That's how I feel about Sin.

Is this text messaging?

No it's a computer box recognizing the virtual bot plugged into our ears.

I dreamed you were undoing belts.

What kind?

Little ones with delicate latches.

Did I do a good job?

Twas excellent, I was so proud.

Wife, I am tired of these damned video games.

Husband, me too.