The Trip Begins
I hate flying in airplanes. You know trapped in a germ invested incubator for long hours at a time. The worst thing you can do to people is to bunch us up, knees to ass, and lock us all in a flying vibrator. Am I right? You know you got your smelly, dirty, American assholes stinking up thedjf alld kdowlwll lsiisokiekekowoowosl slsoierhwdkdkdjdowowokxkc i i io os;alsikkijnlsk j oslslsllx,woslsll …….the Jacker sees himself for the first time, playing the program, reaching a new high. In a sense now thinking in code. He is seeing this moment play out on the virtual reality screen of his mind simultaneously co-operating with the reality of his existence. Is this for real? Whoa, this is deep. I can really feel this Avatar’s mind at this very moment. As I’m typing from him. I’m literally experiencing another sense of reality, a higher reality, a truth. Ha, ha, ah Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!! Cooooool!
After an indistinguishable amount of time has passed, he is instantly transported back to this reality from an interruption by his wife. A quick piss break, and he returns to his keypad typing away. Oh good, I’m still jacked-in. Okay, now what?
Now for the story…
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Here we go.❤️