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Episode 2

She hadn't done much to her face, but her mouth was another story altogether. She had had her teeth built and sculpted into perfect squares. When she smiled, she displayed two perfect lines of close-up white pixels on a curved screen. When she ate, she booleaned a neat cylinder out of her food with each bite. They had agreed that whatever they did, their relationship was doomed: there was no way they would make it good living in non-intersecting planes of existence. Anyhow, neither would live beyond the age of 40, at least not in the conventional way as one would consider living, as in eating, sleeping, fucking and wondering aimlessly around between each meal, rest-time or fuck much as they did now. He's chemically induced disconnection and She's electronically induced hallucination would have obliterated reality by then. Without stimulus from the outside world, they would stop eating, resting and fucking. Their bodies would wither and in few months they'd be dead. ...
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Episode I

The city outside was meant to be Amsterdam. As if that even mattered. Wile E. Coyote and Shitty Pants were back from the rounds and had brought some "Blue Tulip". Not his favourite, but, hey, who could complain in this day and age? He excused himself. Shooting up in public was akin to farting out loud in his books and the sight of Wile E. already on his way to never-never land with a syringe jutting from his arm was definitely a non-plusser. Yeah, so Amsterdam, eh? Good point. It could've been anywhere or nowhere. What He could see from his window was an empty warehouse, all the windows boarded up, litter blowing in gusts up and down the street, and there, yonder, a patch of green from the slime vats of the Municipal Depo. However far He craned his neck, he couldn't see the sky. It would probably be black with soot and pregnant with rain. Suddenly, as if God had decided that enough was enough, a ray of sunlight bolted down from heaven. It paused on the vat...
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