Post #74 — Submitted by tv
“Are you… organic?” she asked, disgusted
“Are you… organic?” she asked, disgusted
Virtual me is consuming actual me
He melted like marshmallows on fire.
She imagined he had four hands.
Virtually yours, the alien next door
today’s door opened
to yesterday’s past
Life history entry Overwritten by WikiGov
20th-century observatory, looking wrong direction
Millions of zombies, upgrading their PC’s…
Lightning hitting same place, universe stuck.
Unfolding his wings, he re-entered atmosphere.
Barcamp - geeks adlib powerpointkaraoke, truly scifi.
Robert knows where the sweet spot is.
Wisdomless knowledge. Just like real life.
Geek Monsters invade Little Radio…RUN!
Wifi Radiation Barcampers grow third arm
Incompatible genes makes Gobergirl Flexilofiler miserable.