Today was not the best day to be a bipedal organism of above average height scheduled as hired labour at a location with poorly designed patio architecture—chrome load-bearing beams glisten, stretching outward at aesthetic angles, matter solid and perfectly aligned with one’s skull, rendering a brief motherboard conduction glitch on impact, inner circuitry concussing from the top down.
A bellowing chime—like the bells of Notre Dame—clanging through the sinuses, while gravity-bound, thirty-inch long motion hydraulics folded faster than a deck chair in a hurricane; the shock of bone striking ground quaking through the concrete as thunder ripped through the sky.
Restored system status conscious and connected to server… housed within a pulsing cortex and readjusted windows, not entirely certain if this was a meat-suit piloting error…
Author’s note: The meat-suit mechanic states firmware intact with zero circuit corrosion. Discussion about this post
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