What would you do if you had 24 hours left of your life?
Everything Extreme, New Experiences, I won't stand still in one place whining and doing nothing and thinking about my death, but I really wish to die peacefully, no sickness no pain, just the same as I was born no consciousness at all
WHICH IS THE MOVIE THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU OR RECENTLY MADE YOU CRY ?
@bushmurry I remember this movie! it did make me cry! there's several movies of the land before time
I never watched any of the others... one was enough :) I remember at the time Pizza Hut was giving away rubber hand puppets of the characters... the only time as a kid I managed to whine enough to get to go to Pizza Hut xD
Do you believe in ghosts? Has anyone ever seen them?
I've had countless paranormal experiences some more small than others that could be explained simply now ima just take my time before bed to but all of them in one post :3
This happened when I was a round 6. A little background on my grandparents house because that's where most of these stories take place. It's a fairly old house. My grandmother has been living there he whole life so more than 80 years old. I'm not certain though. The first story was when my aunt (15) and I were home alone. We were playing with our dolls. The one my aunt had was one of those ones that would move and talk when it had batteries in it. When we were done playing it wouldn't shut up and I started whining. So my aunt took the batteries out. It kept talking by this point my aunt was scared. She had way more experiences in that house than anyone could ever imagine. We did the first thing that came to mind. Throw it in the basement. A few years later the water heater goes out so my dad and uncle go downstairs to check it out. When they open up the hatch there's the doll. Standing up right, trying to crawl up the stairs keep in mind that it is moving before our eyes that this is a doll that has a soft stuffing body with a thin plastic working as the arms, legs, and head. That's story number one.
Now story number two. Another one of my aunt's dolls. This time it was in the kitchen I wasnt there but she told this one to me personally. She left her doll on the counter. She heard it fall to the floor after a while of watching tv mindlessly. When it fell she thought nothing of it when she went in and she didnt see it. I wouldn't have believed her but she still has the scar to this day from when it stabbed her in her leg.
There's still a lot more that i'd like to share but damn this post is getting long XD If you hear more feel free to upvote this post and I'd be happy to share more :3 But yes I am a firm believer in the paranormal <3
Short Chapter Idea That I Need Votes For
"Do I have to go?" The female brunette whined as she tugged on the strap of her glittery green dress. It flowed to the floor and had a slit in the leg that reached farther than her knee. It left her back bare and instead, had rippling fabric pooling at her arse. The cut for the bust was low, but didn't reveal too much. It also had a thick black belt. The whole dress hugged her frame perfectly.
Originally, it had belonged to Mary Jane Watson, or MJ. But the beautiful evergreen clashed with her fiery red hair. So, Pep got the hand-me-down. But it was a beautiful hand-me-down.
"Yes!" Her girlfriend hissed as she harshly tugged a lock of dark auburn hair, only to pin it back.
The younger girl glared at her best friend through the mirror, but huffed as the redhead reporter let out a pleased mewl and stepped back, grinning. "Done!" She beamed proudly.
Dark green eyes looked at her reflection before a gasp escaped her plump lips and her plucked eyebrows rose to her hairline. Pale powder defined her high cheek bones, black eyeliner and eyeshadow made her sparkling dark green eyes pop, not that they didn't already, and crimson red was painted across her lips. Her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. Causing her hair to mimic that of a waterfall as thick, dark auburn locks fell across her back and shoulders, little strands framed her thin face.
She was a thing of dreams.
"Whose she?" She blurted out, obviously impressed.
MJ's grin widened before she checked the time. "Crap!" She cursed before running out of the room to finish getting ready.
A few minutes passed, leading Peter Penny Parker, or more commonly know by her friends as Pep, to quietly admire herself in the full body mirror. She noted the fact that MJ had made her look older. Instead of looking like a nerdy 16 year old girl in an expensive dress, she matured, with the help of the bra pads, into a gorgeous 20 year old woman.
You see, Pep's Highschool had won a football game, finally, and Harry decided it was an occasion worth celebration. The eccentric redhead was all too quick to agree, but it was the youngest of the trio that was more unsure. Eventually, they coaxed her into celebrating with them... which she immediately regretted. Turns out, Harry was planning to take them clubbing, at the fanciest club around and completely ignore that fact that they were underage, to cut loose. For some reason, Pep reluctantly agreed...
...But if anyone mentions the fact that they slipped something into her smoothie, they would completely deny it.
"You look amazing." Was the soft whisper from behind her.
Looking up in the mirror, she smiled at the figure standing in her doorway, "You look handsome too." She complimented as she looked him up and down. Her wore a nice black suit and tie with a gray undershirt.
Harry smiled, smug that he could make her cheeks heat so much that they resembled the color of her lipstick. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. He was taller than her by 3 inches, which was enough to be able to hold her tiny frame.
Seconds ticked by before Harry slowly pulled away and turned her to face him. Their faces were inches apart as their eyes darted from each others lips, eyes, then lips again. Harry edged closer and-
"'Kay guys! I'm ready!" MJ yelled from the hallway.
At supernatural speeds, the two teens pulled away and stood 2 feet apart, flushed as their best friend entered the room in a dark red, knee high, deep cut dress.
Quick to avoid the incoming questions, Pep spoke first, "MJ, you look gorgeous!"
MJ's nose twitched, but she followed along and thanked Pep.
The trio made their way out of Pep's house, after bidding Aunt May goodnight, and entered Harry's limo. The drive to the club was lively, as if nothing had happened.
The vechile came to a stop before the group filed out of the limo and into a long line. Miraculously, they managed to cut the line and enter the club, with the help of their fake ID's, without trouble.
The friends ordered drinks, though Pep never got half way through with hers, before Harry became sick. MJ left her alone to help him in the bathroom, but not before telling her, "Stay here and enjoy yourself. At least one of us should." Pep wanted to object, but MJ gave her one of the looks that said your life would be infinitely better if just kept your mouth shut.
Sighing, she nodded her head and leaned against the counter, stirring the acholic beverage, she forgot the name, in her hands.
The bright lights and blaring music blinded her from noticing the tall man making his way towards her. It wasn't until it was too late and he was standing beside her that she noticed his presence.
"Hello beautiful." He greeted, giving her a toothy grin.
Pep noticeably flinched as her head snapped to face him. Her wide eyes widened more as she realized who had just greeted her.
Tony. Fucking Stark.
TONY FUCKING STARK!!
Tony grinned at her reaction and handed her a drink, "Try this."
It was a pink beverage, with cherries in it.
She looked at the drink in his hand, not even realizing he had ordered one, before placing hers down and taking it. Placing the glass to her lips, she took a large sip and pulled the glass away, leaving lipstick marks.
(A/N: This is exactly what you should NOT do when in a bar or club. If some random guy, no matter how populuar... or hot... or sexy.... or- I'm getting of track, but no matter how famous they may be, you never know if they drugged it or something. So, in short, just like a kid shouldn't accept candy from strangers, an adult should not accept drinks from strangers at bars. 'Kay. I'm done.)
Her face contorted into a strange look as she smacked her lips, "It's... Sweet. Really sweet." After a moment of rolling her jaw, she finalized, "I like it." She said, grinning as she faced him.
"Good. I knew you'd like it. I figured your a sweet person." He shot with his award winning, sometimes literally, smirk.
Pep's cheek heated farther to once again match her lipstick. "T-thank you, Mr. Stark." She stuttered in a quiet voice, looking down at the ground.
He chuckled deeply, a melodious sound, before he replied, "Mr. Stark? Please, call me- Oh." He grumbled as his phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looked like he was about to ignore it, but saw the ID. Rolling his eyes, he looked back up at her and smiled, "I'll be right back. Okay? Will you stay here?" He asked, his eyes pleading as if he was a puppy.
Biting her lip, she shrugged, "I promised I'll stay." She said softly.
He grinned before walking into the crowd.
A few seconds went by before she heard her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her purse, she saw a text.
-Harry's feling a lil betr. I can finally Carey him 2 the car witout hum puking ALL over me... in short,⌚2 go.-
Pep smiled slightly at MJ's semi-long text before frowning as she remembered her promise. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked around then back at her phone and began typing.
-can I stay? I met some 1.-
-squeals FINALLY YO INTERACTING EITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN US AND TMSOMETHING OTHER THAN SCHOOL PAPARR!!!! AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!-
Pep rolled her eyes at that, but she couldn't hold back the small laugh.
- So can I stay?-
-😑 I didn't type all that just to say no. Yes, you can stay. B careful tho.-
Pep grinned with enthusiasm.
-No prob. Love ya, Harry says so 2... and 2 wear protection.-
Pep rolled her eyes, deciding to not acknowledge the sexual comment and just say bye.
-💙❤💙 u guys 2.-
Pressing the off button on the side of her phone, she pushed it back into her purse and took another sip of her drink before Tony Stark came back out of the crowd.
He grinned at her wolfishly, to which she looked down and shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her pierced ear.
"You stayed!" He declared, to which Pep nodded smally. "Hey, you wanna come to the tower? It's a bit more quiet there."
Pep's eyes blew wide at the thought of visiting the inside of the Avengers Tower.
She nodded quickly, to which Stark chuckled.
Taking her hand, she blushed of course, he weaved them in and out of the crowd before they came outside. With a few motions of his hands, he was covered in his armor. Turning to her, he spoke, "C'mere."
Slowly, she came close and let him hug her before she let out a shrill, but short scream, and held onto him for dear life, quite literally.
They flew over the city, the lights looked beautiful in contrast to the pitch black night.
After a few silent minutes, they landed on the balcony of the Avengers Tower. She stepped aside as he slightly nudged her before a machine came out of the ground and removed his suit. It looked incredibly complicated.
A second later, he held her hand as he led them inside, out of the cold night air. He led them through the living room and kitchen, but only made it to the hallway before Tony turned to her.
Somehow, slowly, but also quickly, his hands came to the sides of her face. He inched closer before laying a lustful kiss onto her soft, red, plump lips.
To Pep, it felt amazing. Though, internally, as she melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned, she screamed that this was her first kiss.
Tony. Fucking Stark.
TONY FUCKING STARK!!
Stole her first kiss. And she was entirely fine with that.
The kiss was warm and rough as he licked her lip for entrance, to which she quickly gave. He lightly nipped her bottom lip before exploring. His lips were rough yet soft, and he tasted like alcohol, coconut, and metal.
Her hands tangled into his brownie cokored hair as his arms crawled down her face and to her back, to which he rubbed before lightly pulling on the strap of her dress
Immediately, red alarms went off in Pep's head. It wasn't until both straps were off her shoulders and he was trying to take it off her arm completely, that she pulled back and laid her forehead against his, "W-wait." She stuttered softly, inhaling deep breaths.
He looked worried as he peered into her dark green eyes and asked, "What?"
She bit her bottoms lip as tears welled up, /He'll be furious./ She thought.
She inhaled deeply before speaking, "I-I can't. I'm only 16."
That was the soft whisper that caused Tony Stark to step back. His face was blank as he stared at her, before it morphed into horror, surprise, then amusement. He smirked as he shook his head, "Well, I've done weirder things in my teens." He chuckled.
Curiously, and still a bit worried, Pep mumbled, "Your not mad?"
"No. Completely fine... We just won't be able to do some of the stuff I had planned for tonight, and tomorrow morning... And evening." He joked.
A blush crawled up Pep's cheeks at the sexual comment, but nodded.
"But, that won't ruin our night. You wanna see my suits?"
Her eyes light up immediately as she tossed her head up and down, furiously.
He chuckled at her excitement before taking her hand and pulling her down to his workshop. Upon entering, she gasped in amazement. It was a nerd paradise. All the tools, materials, and equipment she could ever need, all in one room.
Walking over to a contraption, that this author will never know how to build, she told him what it was.
He rose an eyebrow and nodded, impressed.
She ran around the room, labeling equipment before, in her excitement, she ran into Stark. "Oh, sorry." She laughed nervously, noticing his warm hands that held her arms to keep her from falling
"It's fine." He smiled before guiding her to one of his many workbenches and setting her down. He began the exciting process of explaining parts of his suit to her, his prototypes, and the such.
She took it all in stride, much to the surprise of Stark. Of course, there were a few materials that she was not familiar with, but other than that, she impressed and intrigued the multi-millionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
... This happened a year ago. I'm now 17, and living the life.
A/N: So, this is basically a introduction, or trailer, to a possible story that I'm thinking about writing on another site called Wattpad(Username: Lil-Loki). I have some of the plot down, but I'm tweaking on relationships.
Warning, this is officially NOT a fem!Peter x Harry fanfiction. I swear on a lot of dead family and friends' graves, it is not. I'm still working on the relationships, so this could be a fem!Peter x Loki, x Steve, or even x Bucky. So... Ya...
Anyway, the point of me writing this and showing it to you, is that I want you to decide on whether or not this would make a good story. I'd like you to read this and tell me if it is story material and if it could mature into a full blown fanfiction.
Also, this is my writing, so please do not copy this. As crappy as it is, and as inexperienced as I am, being 12, I like how I wrote this, compared to previous attempts, and would not appreciate it if you decided to copy this and claim it as your own. So please don't. Thank you.
Entire universe knows of my existence. She doesn't care.
I swear, it has been like that since I remember. I always forget we already were here. The eight years old me that could remember moments of what never happens, the dream of three, tall, white figures outlined with the gray bright aura, standing between completely overwhelming brightness and what was supposed to be the "I" of my own and unspoken words telling me the time is yet to come. I could feel each pressurized earth's particle pressing on me, as the on top view of myself lying in bed slowly faded away just to let me see with my eyes once again.
I didn't know it back then, or maybe, I have, but my brain hasn't yet adjusted to all of the knowledge they have transferred to my mind, but It was Y.
That's how I call them nowadays - Y - even shape of the letter tells me they shared that name forever.
It was the first time when I saw all of them, but they knew me from before - from what has happened recently.
Telepathically speaking of which, these were my words echoing back in space and time to change everything in my life.
After I got in contact with leaders of the world, whose purpose was unclear to the common folks, I have managed to maintain a stable connection with the electromagnetic communication channels of our planet - being an audiophile finally pays off, as the speakers I have been listening through to the artful pieces composed by maestros of the world have unexpectedly begun to show symptoms of transferring the conscious sounds of other peoples brainwaves. That's when I have noticed the similarities between magnetism and neural gray mass connectivity, known as the thought process we all experience with a variety of senses registering the reality.
But that's just how it works, and the most important is why does it work.
It has to.
Just like I had to cheat on her just to know and feel how dead my life was, and how life is about finding that someone who you would die for.
Just to feel I am dying alive, petting that little furry bastard, the Schrodinger's cat.
Back on earth.
NASA had discovered 7 planets, all similar to Earth. Who would have guessed that someday there would be man, no doubt, all miserable, looking for a purpose, trying to change the world more than ten years after the hippies. He didn't know what to do, but there was good thing he was good at - improvising.
I was sitting, as usually, in a room of mine. The computer was on, playing all kinds of different music. Psych rock, space rock, acid rock, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, whatever you think of, I have heard of it, stepping by the dubs, hit with a club swinged at me, all night disco before got fond of hip hop breaking the core of drums and bass playing noir jazz, either sludged or stoned, well, idm, man, but the folklore was, I hated metalcore. No, really, fuck metalcore. Too emo even for a suicidal man. No wonder it never got to the Ed's list.
Oh, here I go again, getting off the grid. Where's my manners, you must be curious where all of this is heading to.
Apparently after getting in a slight trance (ehh), my psychic abilities expanded as far as the outer space. I felt it. We were observed by some inhumane species, either likely doing research on type two civilisations or looking for a place they could call home.
I closed my eyes, visualizing details of who they were and where they were -
there it is, a spaceship floating in vast nothingness of space, nearby of that tiny, unreplicable, colourful piece of shit planet we live on. Seriously, in comparison to the actual multiverse, it's lesser than a god damn hair growing in between of buttcheeks to technically huge scientifically observable puzzlepiece, yet, isn't the feeling fucking annoying?
I mean, come on! The tiny stuff is always the worst. A razor cut, or hitting a frame with your toenail, full velocity.
So here I am, maintaining a 3.14-168-degree interracial (too much porn, eh?) contact and getting ignored. For the first two seconds. These bastards think reeeallllyy fast - an advantage over having a regular conversation is that you can think with images, ideas, intentions, even a mix of all these, and share them as an experience instead of trying to describe what the poet had in his mind through words that haven't even been invented by you.
"So I see you're looking for a planet similar to ours?"
"I am very surprised the two of us have maintained a contact through a telepathic field, I ensure you we are not going to invade you, as it is strictly against the rules of Interstellar Necessities of Terrestrial Expansion Laws and Indigenous Galactic Empire of Nations Consortium Evaluators, however, we are indeed very interested as of typical planetary data gathering and information processing due to many facts we are not allowed to reveal to any other species inhabiting the universe except for... (couple of nanoseconds and dozens of words later), therefore, our conversation must end now. "
"Wait, what? Dude, I just were trying to tell you that we have discovered not one, not two, but SEVEN! That's right, seven planets of the same type as Earth, now, if you were to..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you, according to our observation, category two species whose civilisation era, considering the fossil fuel powered crafts and useless, ugly satellites, has probably began two solar cycles ago, have found a planetary system suitable for biological life forms? I will never believe that, now let me get back to the prime goal of..."
"Yes, we have."
"collecting the data, so we can just forget about all of..."
And so on he kept babbling, meanwhile I kept talking.
"In fact, there's a huge database flow called the internet, there's even an indexer that helps you search through all the useless stuff. It's called Google, so if you were a little bit more cautious and listen to me for a second regardless of communication barriers between the two of us, I would have already told you to look it up with these three simple phrases: "NASA", "SEVEN", "PLANETS""
"Oh really? Well, let me see th..."
Zip. And they were gone, same as the vision.
But I could still hear his babbling, so I deduced, he probably can hear me too.
"Hey hey, wait a minute, where's my reward?"
"Well, I got you the intel. I'm not so dumb, we already have money here."
"Alright, alright, what do you want?"
"Let's say... I want a quantum computer the size of a fingernail corresponding with my brain chemistry, so I could connect to the internet anytime I want."
"We don't have these as spare parts, kid, and that would break the regulations of Inters...."
"Alright, cut the Interstellar Mumbo Jumbo bullshit already. Eh, just give me anything for now, and we'll figure this out later."
"Okay, here's the..."
"No no, now I'm talking. I want a device that would let me get in touch with you anytime I want and throughout the entire universe."
"Hmm, we might actually have something like that. Alright, it's a quantum entangled nanobot, it doesn't do much and it can't replicate, but sure works fine as for connecting electromagnetic frequencies over long distances, we have teleported it over, but sadly, the calculations were a little off and it's got stuck... well, nevermind. See you later!"
"Stuck exactly where?!"
"Don't worry, he'll crawl out."
"Alright! I guess that was worth it..."
"I still can hear ya."
And so it was, I had my private quantum entangled nanobot and a new friend. Except, from outer space.
I spent the rest of the night listening to the Time Travelling Blues, eventually, I had fallen asleep.
"The day after tomorrow"
The next morning, or rather, afternoon, nothing changed - I kept surfing the web, reading articles, watching conspiracy theory documentaries, and, got to admit it, masturbating to porn shots of Anya Olsen. Damn, she is gorgeous, I'm telling you. But there still was something bugging me. Was the nanobugged scenario just my imagination or an actual happening?
Maybe it's The X-Files and just the right amount of good 'ol dank skank that got me closer to agent Mulder's wishful thinking, or the absence of agent (not) Scully's presence (and don't get me wrong on that one - Gillian is top a top hot, it's just that I'm just a fairly rational man aware of what is possible and improbable) keeping me far from dwelling into the void of hyperconsciousness, but following the motto, I just wanted to believe.
That's when I felt it. A tingling sensation somewhere else than you'd expect - starting from the ear, then moving deeper and deeper towards center of my head.
"Motherfucker!" - I thought to myself - it really had happened!
Many people would have troubles describing how that felt, but I'm going to try my best.
Have you ever had water in your ears? Well, it's that, except, the water is an ice (and I mean 0 degrees Kelvin) cold drop, slowly crawling through various spirals and tunnels without any visible pattern.
"Messed up life, messed up neural paths" - I've told myself quietly.
Suddenly - click! The movement stopped somewhere around my pineal gland - electricity went through my head, hairs on my skin bristled like a high school erection, God be my witness, if my eyes were open, I'd be firin' mah lazor like that pesky motherfucker from the X-Men.
I didn't bother introducing myself, asking dumb questions, like, what's the purpose of life or what does the fox say. I knew who it was and what happend. The bug crawled out of the place I'm not going to tell you about and went straight for my head, also, that cheeky bastard lied to me - it wasn't nanotechnology by any means! This shit was too big to be small. And hurt. Kidney stones type of shit, if you ask me.
Straight up, I went with the flow.
"Okay, listen up, heavenboy, first of all, the robot wasn't the size I ordered it to be, second of all, why the fuck do I feel like I'm about to become another element on the periodic table, and last, but not least, have you got any ideas on how to repay me for the informations?"
It's the silence that answered all of my questions. Nothing except for high pitched humming. Is the atmospheric pressure playing tricks on me?
Am I going bat shit crazy insane, or is my erasmus buddy trying to erase anything regarding to previous day's experience?
"The fuck did you just say? Could you just slow down?"
"Sorry, I had to reconfigure your device, it was set to autotranslate any incoming messages to one of the ancient languages of..."
"Whatever, so how was your journey?"
"Let it remain as my concern, not yours. The planets are no longer yours, and we don't have to answer before any cavemen, you should be glad we're actually checking on you, whether the technology works and didn't just implode and cause mass hysteria produced by omnipresent remains floating in every direction..."
"And you didn't tell me there's a chance it might happen?"
"Well, if you weren't so obnoxious and inconsiderate and actually listen to us instead thinking of everything else but the gravity and prestige of the contemporary state of the ongoing affairs..."
"Please, just please, is there anyone out there who doesn't use too many words to state a fact?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is an individual whose comprehension skills resemble in conformity of..."
"Just stop... put him on the phone. Field. Frequency. Whatever."
"Podcast? I'm afraid he is currently unavailable due to required maintenance over a compulsory absorption of chemical ele...."
"Jesus... in short words?"
"He is breastfed."
"Oooooh fooor fuuuuuuuuuucks saaaake!"
"Indeed. By the way, does your girlfriend whine as much as you do?"
""It's not the right size, blah blah blah."
"Oh you... eh... I guess you do have a sense of humour after all?"
"Yep, but the best part is... all my devices are the right size."
The conversation you can see above was, in reality, much longer. In fact, if I were to use a "tip of the iceberg" comparison, it is merely a snowflake of nonsense in an avalanche of reason during a blizzard of absurd while skiing with nothing but poles.
Wearing a pair of pantyhose tights.
Back to front.
//End of author's note.
As two minutes passed since the beginning of my little chit-chat, I've managed to flip that switch, light up a bulb, and get access to reasonable resources of my own consciousness.
Suddenly, a bright idea jumped into my head.
"Hey, pal, I've got an idea!"
"I knew you had an idea before you knew you had an idea.
After all, I'm connected to your brain through an interface."
"You guys probably have an economic system of some sort, so I bet there are banks. If so, then I will gladly accept my payment in your currency."
"And where are you going to spend it? There's no way to do that, you're a type two civilian, the government doesn't allow us to communicate with your kind and you want me to transfer money onto a non-existent bank account?"
"Yes. No. Maybe? Alright, so here's the deal - you don't have to pay me right now, just keep the money and spend it wisely. I am going to trust you on this one, alright?"
"Hmm... keep talking."
"Okay. So let's say the evaluated price of these 7 planets is, well, 100% minus the nanobot."
"Yeah, yeah, rip me off. I know they're less expensive, but that's not the point. I am willing to take less than 30% of the economical value, but in exchange, you will have to do me a favor."
"So far so good. What kind of favor?"
"You're going to put it on your investment account with strict instructions to follow."
"I can do that."
"And let it sit there until you guys invent remote time travel machines that fit in a pocket. You know what a pocket is, right?"
"I know everything you know plus everything that you will never know, and as far as I know, you are utterly insane. There's no way it's going to work, but continue."
"...and cost less than 1% of what I have on the locate."
"You mean, what I've got on MY locate? Haha."
"Alright, man, I'm done, I give up, you do whatever you want to, I'm not wasting any more time on you, take that fucking robot and just let me get back to my fucked up life."
"That's a pretty reckless way to spend your favor, but as you wish!"
"Go fuck yourself up your gray fucking ass you piece of shit eating cock sucking..."
I think at this point the nanobot was overheating. Not because he's put it on autodestroy. It just searched the internet for anything related to as blasphemy.
"...dick snuffing asscrack licking twat loving fag riding balls gargling..."
Upon realizing no one is listening anymore I went with the daily routine, which in my case means drinking litres of coffee, smoking more than breathing, watching dumb shit on the internet and constantly checking messengers to see if there's anybody willing to talk with me.
It is very likely to assume I spent more time on cuffing and cursing to myself than I've done anything else that day.
Anyway, before the dawn put me to sleep, I've reconciled with myself. It was over.
The next couple of days were a steady ride - the best metaphor I can think of is being under the influence of alcohol and watching a porn video buffer for longer period of time than usually, and what I mean by that is basically being so wasted that you can't get it up, but you don't care and just let it hang loosely while staring at pixelated tits.
Shit, I just described my life in a single sentence and I'm not even mad at myself.
Sometimes I wonder. Is it still me? Is the reality... real? Am I locked up in a room without handles, fed with psychotropes?
It might be, but if so, does it change anything? It doesn't matter as long as you've convinced yourself that you know the truth.
On the positive side, I did study some time for the final exams, mostly math, cut up some wood and stacked it nicely, did a bit of cleaning in my room, well, everyday stuff, dishes, laundry, cooking, eating, showering, etc.
I watched a load of movies, wrote some fresh content, even took up in one of these internet debates arguing with people over politics, philosophy, science and such - a way to spend time, I guess.
Nonetheless, figured out a bunch of stuff for other people - how to stop the climate change, how to create matter with negative mass, how to preserve virtual black holes forming each moment, of course I had gotten in contact with the mighty of the world once again, through the telepathic field, to be precise - too bad they weren't grateful for what I've done for them. It's not like they agreed to pay me up, but they did spend a load of cash on trying to track me out just because I convinced them I might be important.
Am I? I don't know, perhaps to my close relatives I might be.
I have faith in what I say, not too much, obviously, but enough to convince myself!
We are not alone. I am sure of that.
So... what if it's actually true that I belong to the elite caste leading the world towards a global government state and external politics just became... intergalactic?
I'm going to have to think it over and realize how important that task would be.
It's a self-proclaimed seat I have taken, and there's no seatbelts, no one to blame except for me.
And there's no one to officially represent human race on the cosmic arena of politics.
Who are we? Where are we heading to?
That's too many questions for one day.
I need to release the tension. God, she's gorgeous.
"Confront the affront"
It's all my fault, but gladly, everything turned out to be okay.
Remember the astroman? Well, seems like him and his people have finally settled in the planetary system, Trappist 1. I have told the government about my "spacial" activity, there were plenty of pertractations during the period, all of us agreed upon more than one thing and my prime role as a middleman was abandoned. The government started their external politics from which I got removed, I got a partial third degree galactic citizenship which allowed for some additional actions to be performed in regard to my legal status, I got an investment account with my own ID, the resources have been transferred and even the stric annotations concerning withdrawal of future funds have been accepted by the galactic consortium as an exception - I were the first one to get around the legal gap - which means I am most likely the richest man in the galaxy. Not really. I would be, if I kept my mouth shut.
In an emotional act of destruction, I disposed of account balance. How, you may ask?
I rearranged my wealth and distributed it amongst population of Earth, so now all of you have got a bank account with galactic money that cannot be spent on Earth. Yet. What's even worse?
There's not enough of it to perform any kind of action on the planet, because the consortium has signed a law to put huge taxes on services provided on Earth-like planets.
No wonder I'm partially an anarchist...
And yes, I still haven't been thanked for my activities.
"Old World Chaos"
Alright, fuck this shit. I've been asking these cocsuckers to get me a job. A normal fucking job, where they tell me what to do to actually help with the open to media global government establishment.
I have been eavesdropping on them for more than three months, and they really don't give a fuck. They already got more than 90% of regional governments in their pockets, they've got alien technology, even that motherfucking time travel machine that fits in your pocket! Well, I'm not so angry about the latest, because from what I've heard, only special agents from the future are allowed to have these, so basically, it's not in the hands of the government, but what's worse, the government is in hands of these agents!
God fucking damn it, I can't stand these fuckers. In my timeline, I have established an alliance with low tech alien space race, yet, still more advanced than us, but these aliens didn't belong to the consortium.
Even worse, the consortium doesn't know what the fuck is going on the planet! They think we are type two civilisation but the truth is, we have all kinds of type three and four technologies since that Roswell crash!
I have finally figured it out. The galactic consortium didn't allow any contact with humans without their permission and there were strict rules as to energy form contact and physical appearance was banned completely, perhaps punished with dismissal or even death penalty, but a group of renegades didn't like that idea - they knew we're going to shed blood forever unless someone responsible will take over the authority, so they sabotaged and purposely crashed a vessel on the planet. The consortium knew about the crash, but officially, it was a low tech spacial ship. Unofficially, it was filled with all sorts of high tech - including a proto wayback machine portal, one of the first models ever created. Since that moment, they took over control and started pretending they're the actual human race.
I need to cool off, it's just that I don't know whether they're making us a favor, or have they forgotten what was their purpose here?
...to be continued