2008-12-20 - 11:10 a.m.
Dizzel took his food pill at lunchtime and decided to take a walk. He thought about the pill he ingested, how he really did not know how it turned into nutrients for his system, and how that was really how he felt about the world. Everything and everyone had a purpose but how did they all work together?
Mideona was the owner of the conapt because it had been in her family since before the chaos. If either them had more initiative then they could be mercernaries, obtain a car and provide rides for sex to anyone.
He wondered how Cherry lived. Did she have her own conapt or was she forced to live in her car? Dizzel wondered why semen replaced money. It was a world run by males but was it just because of anatomy? Women did not secrete upon their orgasm, if the female orgasm ever existed at all, so were they created to be submissive?
Dizzel normally lived a life free of thought and full of impulses. It was a dream he had recently that stirred these thoughts within him. Back in the lunchroom food pills and sex were being exchanged in the barter of the times but how did it all come to be?
There were rumors that the stars of the game did not even have sex, they were able to travel without the humiliation of public trysts. They never had to jerk-off in front of others to buy their goods at the store. Dizzel began to like his dream more and more as he saw the depravity humans had devolved to.
On some nights he would hope for more of the dram to return. Some mornings he wished he did not have to go anywhere so he could talk to Mideona. He knew nothing of her yet had spent so much time with her. That seemed to be wrong in a fundamental way to him. Why did he not care about her?
Why did she not care about him? Were they both so flawed and depraved that neither were worth the others time?
He looked up from the ground, pulled out of his thoughts for a moment and saw the walls of the school grounds.
He wanted to return to behind those walls. He wanted out so badly when inside because of all of the joy on the outside but he was burned out from it. He might have been burned out for a long time but never knew until he had the dream.
His life rushed before him and he spent so muich time fucking that nothing else mattered. Now his mind could not shake the recurring thought that some of it did matter and it wasn't kicking a ball through a target or injecting Cherry with semen to go to work.
It seemed that some fo the answers were in the conapt with Mideona but he had no idea now to begin.
"I guess I should try the beginning."
His voice was hollow in the vast open space around the school grounds.
