Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Flash Fiction 74. Date Night is Done, Daylight First.

I hope the last exhibit was insightful. I haven't imagined one for awhile. If I curate a new one. It won't be 10 or so years. Gossip around the circle. I don't understand relationships anymore than the last infatuation but if I cured it, I apologize. Now there is much to flow. What kind of life do most people want, fulfillment of desire. Buddha complained of attachment, but I wasn't in my current placement that far back. Ancestors, and protein. Hopefully not arguing too often. Dinner somewhere, fork, spoon, knife, etc. Maybe napkins if you are lucky. Pass your sleeve of necessary contact. And there you have achieved your official first dna transfer. If this doesn't gross you out. Get a decision. 

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Animals to divinity. Humans are somewhere between. Battling and interacting with the robot hallucinatinhs and electron microscopes, they do the calculations and nature hints and then complicates everything.  

Donating to a petri dish/test tube? It might be a better option for some who don't necessarily want to have sex and/or reproduce. 

Invitro is an option but one must consider time.

A simple perspective. 




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