Boy meeten girl.
“Gonna do sleep,” voke Amrolite. Fucken AIbrid think he so fucking cool with he retrofleshy stylen. Like you don’t already know he dealin double-helix, not just some two-bit qubit. No, he gots to do the keepen it real with the vital sign and the bio stylen.
Peripet throw Amrolite a wave with hir dendron afore ze drop in boomtube and gone. Me though, I not so easy.
– Fucken wasten time dirty stoppa – me ding.
Pull back me claw, smack Amrolite full up. Meant to be like soft tap but exo overcomps and it blow right through he face.
Blood everywhere, droplet ten exp six. Viddy pip to slow so can admire the air mist. Amrolite head it like totally bomb.
Maybe gone too far, nag me ethimod. Maybe it score true. Crowdrank dip red; not diggen this. But Amrolite he just laugh. He passen tape like it rainen punchcards as nano morph he head back. Fucken Aibrid won even stay down. “Fuck you Tb0mb,” he voke. Head red fucken mess. Nanos vapen, roaches eaten. All clean now: then he sleep likesay.
“Powerdown maybe a minute, maybe ten,” voke Amro. Smooth as u like.
“Nuff den,” me voke. “See yo metal in Miraflo.” Full casual like. In boom tube.
But Miraflo it dead. Proxim nada. Fullen graveport. Solo Peripet n Fowler. Shoulda been cruisen wit partynav tonite but Fowler wanna go blinden. Shoulda passed. Fowler nother fucken retro head with e romantic bullshit. Nuff den.
– Where been, Tb0? – ding Peripet. – Fucken ages 😉 –
– Mibad – me ding back, ceecee Fowler. – Amrolite –
– Viddied u – laugh Peripet. – Ubad, right 😀 –
– Fucken stupid blind – me ding Fowler. – Proxim on – Power up. Scene coming in overlap2p. Cerrochrome and Dyce biggen it east Vladi way. Dyce head wide fucken open. Ze crazy. Practically inviten neurocrash party.
– Psych? –
Peripet channel green. Fowler shrug, ping amber. Fucken serotweak already methink. But Fowler turn that off too, says proxim. Nuff den. Jump.
Dyce head it fucken crowded. Everyone ircing through. Yeah, it fun scene. If you like fucken standen room only.
#@Dyce you need fucken upspec!
#No fence nuttin but me checkin out.
#@Tb0 Shit man don be no dirty stoppa
# @Dyce spect but me checken out
Where to go? Proxim flash up rentbodies. Not arsed with choosen, just want checkout. Psych in. Holy butterfly space. Cool.
Milkweed an UV.
“Hey hey, check Tb0mb,” voke Cerrochrome, banden pix. Cool. Cerro ain’t usually bloggen me. Hey hey, ‘deed. Me recommod flash: Manaus? Good for butterfly. Cerro dings green. Fucken a. Tb0 the leader. Fucken a. Boom the butterfly.
Manaus tips the round. Partynav deprecated; hell, proxim deprecated. Port fucken bangen. Serromod flooden: neurostim blowen out on flower forest perfume vibe. Dyce port fucken snake, Peripet aquabot. Even Fowler he finally risen up.
An Cerro: Cerro matched pair on me b-fly. Fucken yeah. Cerro ze hot. Always diggen high, always clear blue hitpoints an cortex all the way up to hir plexus. Usually no fucken chance viben with me, but now flyen the pair!
– Flyen pretty good for new bug – me ding Cerro. Overlap2p me view of hir flyen above, vector overlay. Tryen present schooled, but instant the ding go out it sound dumb. Fucken no voke in butterfly body.
But Cerro ze no vaped. – Flyen pretty swit youself – ze ding back, overlap2p hir own view. An with glitter trail cuttenpaste. Damn. Cerro actually rollen with me.
B-fly nice n pretty but ain’t no voke, and sensoplex weak. Better kicken it mammal style hereon. But Cerro rel no follow, right? wtf aint no harm tryen.
# Hey Cerro how bout go warmblood me ding. Then: realise dint ding im, dinged irc. Oh fuck.
– Woo – ding Dyce. – Slick move mofa –
Can’t read hir lights. Prolly piss extracten but Dyce he good guy. Dint ceecee anyone. Swit trick too with head fulla psychs. No-one else listenen: aint scored up in any one else’s inbox. For 1nce, thanken fuck for lowstats.
Uh-huh, ding Cerro. What in mind? Me recommod pipe: Lemur? Very prehensile, very nice. Fucken yeah. Getten prehensile wit Cerro, hur hur hur. Proxim pings rentbody near the space. Ethimod nag: not cleaned after past user. Remember NIV: safe swap means clean ports. Yeah yeah. If Cerro don mind then I don mind.
Oh yeah. Lemurspace rocken. Fucken saucereyes n multilimbular. Swit. Climben tree, an Cerro wit me.
Moon silversweet in saucereyes.
Proxim dingen as the party en Dyce head droppen off.
Alone wit Cerro, oh yeah, Tb0mb clicken it on. Ze pipen in olfact, viz… tactile. Uh huh. Me rollen tonite, yeah.
– Open psych? –
– Nuh uh – ze ding. – Warez fire? –
But ze droppen firewall settin a notch. Senden packets. Starten download.
Oh yeah, ze openen up now. Interface throbben. Pulsen.
– Hey Tb0? –
– Yes, Cerro? –
– Wanna go @ ¦¦ ~ #oh hey, Amro! –
An there he be, fucken Aibrid, fucken spammen all over you. “Hey whassup sweet lemur Cerro that fur is benden and banden all over the place.” Still voken. Go to fucken ding, me think, ze no interest in yo fucken retro bullshit. But ze fucken fallen for it.
“Where you bin Amro?” ze voke.
“Bin sleepen. Builden up energy,” he grin – flesh grin, do you believe it – I gots so much dreamtime to show. Wicked cool.” Pipen glyphs, fast and loud – dazzlen Cerro. Completely fucken overclocken me.
– Amro, you algo fuck – me im.
– Hey, Tb0, you don mind if I show Cerro this thing – he irc back. Finally, fucken dingen. Even if irc, not im.
– Actually –
– See you later, Tb0 – ceecees Cerro. Fucken ceecee.
Leaven. Psych wiped, ports closed.
Shoulda hit that son of a bitch harder. ##