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Another cyberpunk story from Zero Pyramid


His pant legs were rolled up rather high, which is probably why
people kept asking him when the flood would be as he walked down the
street. Which is what they used to ask Noah, he thought, lighting his
cigarette.
"The stars in your eyes outshine the ones in the sky.." distant
ramblings of another insain poet drifting from the radio of a parked
car. Somewhere there was an empty can of Pepsi, small ants crawling
franticly accross it's cold surface, but this as well as the music,
which was now growing fainter as he crossed the street, went by
unnoticed.
A telephone pole plastered with faded and torn flyers
anoucing who was playing where and when passed him along his way,
from one weather torn piece of paper a smiling clown complete with a
long pokadoted cone hat and large shoes held a naked baby upside down
by it's left ankle beneath the words, "BUTTHOLE SURFERS".
"I AIN'T NO TWO DOLLAR WHORE!" he screamed, but the clown never
flinched, bringing to mind that a younger friend of his still
insisted on acting her age, not realising there was no age to act.
He sighed. The night air was comfortably cool against his skin and
it felt good to walk slowly along the sidewalk, but aside from all
that he felt puzzled as to just where he was going.
High pitched female laughter spilled out from a house to his left,
behind it was more music, almost totally drowned out by muffled
conversations. A few people were out on the porch, smoking and
talking, some of them wore smiles so large they crept off their
faces, peeling away from the plastic skin like old scabs.
Absentmindedly he picked at a fingernail, wondering what song had
been playing in the car as he suddenly felt a sense of recognition.
Nothing fancy, only a small sense, but large enough to make him wish
he'd payed more attention.
An almost dead street lamp ahead flickered nervously, buzzing
something like static moris-code but it was to unitelligable for him
to decipher, though it may have just been someone else's
imagination..



cyber
arm.
"


 
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