Sunday, November 29, 2009

Boxed In

by Robert Gryfft

"Talk? About what?" She looked like she'd bitten a lemon.

"Anything! Everything! Our lives, work, the future!"

She pouted. "Stuff's depressing. You should dial down."

I sighed. "Look--"

She took off her shirt.

I reluctantly dialed my IQ gearbox to 60, even lower than she'd turned hers.

There was nothing reluctant about anything after that.


Sonja said...

Nice. Reminds me of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.

Anonymous said...

Makes me think of Harrison Bergeron. Smartness is not allowed.