Fractured Window To The Blue Skies

 "Ahh, poor girl... don't you worry, the doc here'll fix you right up! Ahahaha!"   Not everyone realizes it, but just about everything has a consciousness. We just don't all think the same ways. Or express them the same. But there's plenty of people out there, ones who are a bit more understanding of the ways of thought we don't tend to think about.  I've always been like that for machines. Big hunks of metal, tiny scraps of junk. Once you know the language of a computer, you'll realize they almost never have nothing to say. They're always yapping off about this and that. They're cute li'l children... even if they like to be know-it-alls. That's why I learned how to solder coffee makers back together. I love to hear 'em sing.   "Oof, something did a number on you, huh? Don't worry. I've got diodes to spare and then some." Sometimes I go out on vacations for a bit. I always make sure to grab abandoned electronic...

 An uneventful night. "K-kyah!"   Absolutely nothing of interest to note.   "Where are you putting your--"   Quiet and peaceful.   "A-a-aaaaahhhh!!!"   Those two are having sex again. I don't know if I should walk away or break my silence.   "Heheh... you make a really nice face when I put it in here, you know..." "G-go... f-faster..."   That gives me my answer. I can't say I blame the happy couple, but I underestimated the sex drive of both spectral life and the undying. I think I will spend my time with other company for the moment. It's not a long road to get there, but it's not one everyone knows how to take. You wouldn't think to move your mind in ways like this if you hadn't tried it before. But if you're as versed in the basics as I am, it barely takes more than a moment to get here.   And just like that, I no longer sit on the porch of an abandoned wooden house in the middle of the desert, with nothin...

 Black... the rotten color rising through the air with every single puff of this cigarette. It seeps into my throat and burns it. The acidic black substance vaporizes my lungs in less than a nanosecond. I feel the burning sting coursing through my insides and clouding my heart with a melting green-black smoke. I rasp out my scorched throat. "KHACK!!! Ahh, I'm gonna die! Fuck!" "Don't pick up bad habits." Girl reaches up with one smooth swing of her arm and plucks that sucker outta my mouth. "You'll ruin your beautiful voice." Throws it on the ground and crushes it out. You don't waste a movement, do you, girlie? "I used to smoke a pipe, y'know." "Unbelievable." "I was a classier girl in my youth. Had more refined interests. Ah, y'could call me a real witch back then..." "Stop acting old. You're still somewhere in the range of 1700-2000." I am? "And just how long is my life span, may I...