The summary.
 

I woke today around 9AM, made my coffee and toasted some bread. THe bread was pretty typical, wheat made by Roman Meal. It goes well with a little jelly. I prefer Rasberry Jam actually. Not jelly.

My cat is insane and so is my sock laying on the floor. It is staring at me. You ever have a sock stare at you? It is very discomforting. I put it in the laundry basket and the wife took it away. Later I heard it screaming from the dryer as I finished off cigarrete in the sun. My back porch is unique, a pretty typical view for a guy living a pretty typical life. The horrors outside the house, the bombs dropping in different parts of the world.

The screaming sun scorched my face and I laughed it off and went back inside. The machines, they are part of my mind, I know what they are thinking all the time and today really was no different than any other day...

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just playin :winkwink:

no spelling errors.

where did you steal it from ?

Do you know what my machines are thinking?

You probably do not. Its a thousand souls incarcerated within a sliver of silicon all working for me. The board lights up, the colors hit my eyes the rooms glow is consistant nearly 24-7.

Looking out my window I wonder what it is like to be alive. Am I dead? Like the ones within the machine? I do not know and if I were would it matter to anyone except my cat?

My own paradise is my own hell and I find it quite comforting knowing that a destiny what ever it is remains one step ahead of myself. A paradox, an irony coupled with an exhistance that is just me, with the fans of the machines and the hum of a flickering florescent light that should have changed years ago.

You people figure it out.
Hint.

The sock has no one wearing it. But why does it get my attention?
Why Jam and not Jelly?

Lessons over.

Jem and the holograms? or the Misfits?

nice intro for a short story. or maybe because it is.

the summary is too long. make it shorter.

:eek7 .. very.. deep