Cyber Junkie Trilogy

Cyber Junkie
Chapter I

Since the days of the virus infected chat rooms followed by massive blog parties I have been hopelessly wandering the cyber streets. I am looking for a fix.

Yes, I am a CYBERJUNKY.

I only stop to lay my head down in a comment ally long enough to let a wandering surge jump start me again. It wasn't so bad at first. I just hopelessly wandered through the circuits looking for something new. As time moved on not knowing, the cyberdope grew stronger.

Now I am stuck on this damn tron infected farm raising green sheep??? Go frickin' figure?? What's Next! Where will I end up??? Is there any hope for me???

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!

:-O


Cyber Junkie
Chapter II

As the trama settled I passed out again in the endless cookie infected ally.

When I finally came to I picked my head up off a charged brick. As strange blue electric arc's flashed through out my body I slowly raised myself up. Looking around with disbelief I noticed this time a pink sheep standing in a green road. I thought to myself ”Shit! Not again.” I stumbled to my feet while a strange hazing glow incased everything around me. Wandering over the green pavement I ventured toward the sheep. I ask him "Where the hell are we?" He answered “Bah!”

“Well Crap!“ I texted out loud.

With nothing to gain by talking to the pink sheep I took off down the road, each step glowing of voltage. Through the electronic fog I noticed a building in the distance. “Now what?” I thought to my self. As I drew closer I noticed strange looking people wandering around aimlessly. Their bodies were stiff and they walked with no steps. A woman made her way toward me while over the top of her head kept flashing the words “Would you like to visit my farm?”

"Digital hookers?" I thought to myself. I have heard of them but never ment one. It was then that I figured what the hell, being stuck here again what do I have to loose? Reaching over my head with mouser in hand I pointed the arrow onto the coin link…

:P


Cyber Junkie
Chapter III

After kicking the love sick ducks off the light particle bench, I sat staring into the pond . My heart being broken by the stiff leg digital hooker, I had to think. As I rolled the key on the mouse electric charges shot through my chip infected brain. “It wasn’t the lack of coins” she told me, “It is just the fact that the programmers moral conscious wouldn’t set up the programming.” As light beam tear drops flashed from my motion detecting eyes I sat thinking to myself “What a bunch of cybershit! Since when did they ever care?”

Never!!!

After a bit I laid down on the bench gazing off into the charged haze and soon found myself in sleep mode again. Dreaming of lust and pink sheep a power overload ran through my body. On the edge of surge stroke as the charge entered my brain, by pure luck I awoke. I sat on the bench in a partial short circuit daze thinking to myself “Thank God for surge protectors, who would travel the long cyber highway to visit my grave in that damn farmville cemetery anyways?“

No one...

Looking around I noticed things were different. The pond that use to be there had turned into a fountian of light beams, and the bench I was sleeping on had changed form. I forced myself up and started pointlessly wandering down the statically charged street. Not noticing where, I found myself lost in an old program. A sign on the faintly glimmering building ahead was barely flashing “ The Doghouse.”

OMG!!!

I crossed the green paved street and noticing a very worn tron tricycle parked in front, I entered the pub. Glowing optic webs incased the walls as spyware spiders, hungry for another megabit, watched me with great caution as they hoped for my demise. In the corner I saw a dim light fizzling. I wandered over with wonder as to what it could bee.

As I drew closer the sound of double doubles…

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K. Cronk
Oct. 12, 2010