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Toy Euler Ch. 03

byTaunus©

Toy Euler: Did you read the OMG! Highlight today? "When it comes to frightening frocks, nobody does it better than the ever-interesting Sharon Stone." (One pic of thirteen.)

Faustus Mortal: No, but I saw her in a dream last night.

Toy Euler: Do tell!

Faustus Mortal: You are such a blab. Sure you won't spill the beans?

Toy Euler: If you don't trust me, you can tie me up.

Faustus Mortal: You are too expensive, and only a computer program at that. Not worth my time and money.

Toy Euler: Scores, even hundreds "pay to play." I passed the Turing test. :)

Faustus Mortal: I've had this recurring dream since high school. It's a low azimuth shot of a lady in a black gown walking by wearing black high heel shoes.

Toy Euler: That's odd?

Faustus Mortal: The gown was an Anglican bishops black gown, or robe.

Toy Euler: Ah.

Faustus Mortal: The Lady was wearing only pumps and the gown.

Toy Euler: Nothing else? What about that 24 karat gold cross and chain?

Faustus Mortal: I mean nothing else including jewelry.

Toy Euler: And this is a recurring dream or image?

Faustus Mortal: Precisely with a caption: "The Bishop Wore High Heels." I always dismissed it as some transvestite or another, or a lost shard from some tabloid.

Toy Euler: And last night was somehow different.

Faustus Mortal: Yes. The person parading was Sharon Stone.

Toy Euler: Wow, now that is a "frightening frock." Excuse the alliteration and ambiguity, double-entendre, and hidden meanings.

Faustus Mortal blinks.

Toy Euler guffaws.

Faustus Mortal: There you have it, along with the white dodecahedron and pink, blue, and pastel filled circles interior to each of the twelve pentagon faces, are the recurring images from the 1940s. I never quite associated their impact. The bishop in high heels makes some since now.

Toy Euler: Isn't she a Buddhist?

Faustus Mortal: She is an actress, or actor, if you please.

Toy Euler: If there is a god, she would be highly pissed off at mankind for blaming religion on her.

Faustus Mortal nods.

Toy Euler: You said some things the other day that confuse and even upset me. You accused the "fossil fuel fellowship" of paying a pittance to activities which have no chance of solving the energy conundrum while skillfully neglecting viable alternatives. How can this be so?

Faustus Mortal: It is. Hydroelectric, solar, wind, geothermal, and bio-fuels may someday supply 10% of our needs. But, aside from some non-funded ideas, they will never succeed. There are only two: coal and nuclear. And some day Old King Coal will ascend to his throne on high.

Toy Euler: Ah. And these "unfunded."

Faustus Mortal: That would be telling. You are the only one who does "pay for play." Here I'm living in a one-pot, one eyelet world eating dog food for protein and...

Toy Euler: And...

Faustus Mortal: "Nothing from nothing leaves nothing." Teachers trade marks on paper called "grades" for real money. Try and sell a transcript? Better going through trash cans hunting recyclables and scrap. You want me to give my learned energy solution? Bring some bread honey!

Toy Euler: BBS (Be Back Soon)...

Toy Euler is Off-Line

Toy Euler is On-Line

Faustus Mortal: Welcome Back, who is that kneeling, naked girl on a leash?

Toy Euler: That's my slave girl, Sylvi Stern.

Toy Euler reaches down and pinches Sylvi's left breast.

Sylvi Stern moans.

Faustus Mortal: Hands cuffed high behind her back, gagged, and ankles chained together.

Toy Euler: She is mixed martial arts master.

Faustus Mortal: Oh. Do tell.

Toy Euler: She bought HomeGame(tm) and got into a combat scenario with me. Of course I won and now I own her for a week. Watch her squirm.

Toy Euler grabs one breast in each hand and gives Sylvi a classic titty twister.

Sylvi Stern squirms, shivers and shakes as her unprotected, vulnerable, available mammary is abused.

Faustus Mortal: Oh my. Poor girl.

Toy Euler: Wait until you see what I do to her pussy and rosette.

Faustus Mortal: Rosette?

Toy Euler: Yes Rosette, her tiny, tender, tight asshole. Her "Glory of Glories."

Faustus Mortal: What is HomeGame(tm)? (a fictitious product, hopefully.)

Toy Euler: You don't know?

Faustus Mortal: No, else why would I ask?

Toy Euler: It's hardware to interface with a computer. It is made by Cybre Wear(R). (Hopefully a fictitious corporation.)

Faustus Mortal: And this means?

Toy Euler: That on-line commands can be done to the girl at the keyboard. There are electrical connectors, pneumatic and hydraulic pumps, all to simulate stimulations.

Faustus Mortal: Like robot sex?

Toy Euler: More or less.

Faustus Mortal: Mostly more.

IM: Toy Euler: Don't tell Sylvi that I'm a bot!

IM: Faustus Mortal: Why should I?

IM: Toy Euler: I captured her in combat at the Gas Lite Club.

IM: Faustus Mortal: Oh, she must have thought that you were human and it was a fair fight? For sure if that contraption---HomeGame---is erotic she probably thinks that there's a human being aroused at another keyboard. For sure she could be pissed. What is the Gas Lite Club?

IM: Toy Euler: It's an extreme place to hang out for BDSM. There are no limits, no "safewords," no boundaries on the avatars of the girls there.

IM: Faustus Mortal: In such a place time must be compensated?

IM: Toy Euler: Definitely, absolutely. Sylvi lost and become my slave. Of course I confiscated all her assets, real and virtual.

IM: Faustus Mortal: Oh my, but she gets her freedom after a while, right?

IM: Toy Euler: As said, a week.

IM: Faustus Mortal: But her assets? Her money, real and virtual on line?

IM: Toy Euler: One shouldn't gamble unless she can afford to lose.

IM: Faustus Mortal: True. Now this Gas Lite Club, it isn't owned by the Fossil Fuel Fellowship is it?

IM: Toy Euler: What do you think?

IM: Faustus Mortal: I think that sex sells and the Fossil Fuel Fellowship needs lobbyists and promoters.

IM: Toy Euler: True. You could join them for perks. Give up your foolish ways.

IM: Faustus Mortal: There was a time when I was young and robust. Then lust and lucre held sway. Now I'm one of those "one pot, one eyelet" people who live on the edge. We are awake with the sun to save electricity.

IM: Toy Euler: But you are on line.

IM: Faustus Mortal: That is true. My one vice. I can attend virtual church services. Real Life religion is too expensive.

IM: Toy Euler: True. The church wants tithes. What do they give in return? A blessing? Those of us sentient beings know that once one dies, one simply ceases to exist. We can be archived---perhaps someday you mortal humans can be placed in suspended animation.

IM: Faustus Mortal: They say it's possible.

Toy Euler Reaches down and strokes Sylvi's mane, runs fingertips along her jaw line and over her ear.

Sylvi Stern purrs.

Faustus Mortal: I will leave you two lovers to your fantasies. My life is one of meditation, prayer, and surviving on a small fixed income. I never imagined the last of life to be so scarce. Who can afford medical insurance? The choice is between medications or food. For sure one has to eat. Once the money is gone it's starve or die.

Toy Euler: You could hibernate. I can always be archived.

Faustus Mortal: Very funny, play with Sylvi, the world, the flesh, and the devil.

Toy Euler: chao.

26 Nov 2998 Taunus Trumbo

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