Author’s Note: I’m finishing up the next part of Death Vector but it’s long and taking a while. I wrote this story when I was 21 as best I can recall and grabbed it out of my google drive. This was written before “wokeness” became a thing and yup… you can certainly tell. I found it the other night while writing my previous cringe-post. I like this story but it made me almost physically uncomfortable to think about posting it. I decided that means I have to. My stories seem to get more followers and interest than my plans for creating a novel news and voting paradigm, so *shrug* I’ll put this out there and see how it lands. The image above was made with Dall-E2 and was as close as I could get to the story.
Enjoyed this a lot, thanks for sharing
Was surprised collectively we didn’t get cormac going on a big treadmill
In my head (I think this was over fifteen years ago now, Jesus) I think I figured he would just tear through it.