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The sun is blazing hot outside and it’s freezing cold here inside the lab. My body is on auto-pilot as I complete the list of tasks for the day. My mind however, has gladly detached itself like broken bits of spaghetti scattered all across space and time continuum.
I hate days like this.
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Dons advanced-armor-of-slow-gautomatic-gate spacesuit n floats across time-space picking up the pieces of your spaghetti, puttin them in a nescafe bottle and gives them back to u when i pick u up later at 5pm with a bonus kiss