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.

2 comments:

Sonja said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

-Zel