Standing. Need to pee. Needed to pee sense left home. There is it is. It’s full. Standing. Lots of people. Machines, cyborgs, half breeds. Standing close. Metal shoulders and hairy scales rub. Long pod slows. Move along the moving walk way. Sync to the pod and we go. Smells of wire burn and farts. Stuff. Doors close. The long speeds. Need to pee. Work soon…
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Wake-up. Shower. Dress. Take injections. Get treatments for the synthetic diamond (as it is loose after upgrade). Got work at Sassy. Withdraw money from the Information Bank. By food pills. Get stuck int traffic. Stupid pod breaks down. Get home. Late. Cook dinner. Have a beer injects and watch Suicide Pod Racing. Calm. sleep.
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