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My mind hangs as he uses the small indentations surrounding my artificial areolas to twist and pull a pervertedly placed tray of data chips out. He carefully extracts the sets and places the two data sticks in their respective contacts and presses the tubes back into my breasts to once again link with the complex computational array in my chest cavity. The next moment I snap back to reality and feel both the absence of my expanded memory and installation of the new iteration of canon. The explosion hits, leaving my processors, mind, and sensors in a frenzy as they try to catch up. The explosion hits, leaving my processors, mind, and sensors in a frenzy as they try to catch up. I sink back into the couch, taking in the foreign-feeling texture of the leather with my bare synthetic skin and hands. The explosion hits, leaving my processors, mind, and sensors in a frenzy as they try to catch up. I sink back into the couch, taking in the foreign-feeling texture of the leather with my bare synthetic skin and hands. I finally begin to realize I am in *the* canon. View past Author's of the Month. |
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