An Old Bunny Remembers




My two hundred and fourth birthday, and I remember that day like I remember my wedding night.  I had not gone out for a year, because I felt old and weak, Ha Ha!  Like, the local Carns thought that rabbits are soft.  Back then I had the tough but aging body and nothing else.  But that was my meat body.  True, I feel no pain or pleasure now, but I am alive.  And very dangerous.  





Of course with all the money I made during the Hantavirus maelstrom I bought a military H/K and it has been nothing but surgery since then.  Now I think in assigned priority algorithms and never sleep, but I sure liked using what body I had to an extreme.  Who wants to Fuck?


"If you'd wish a steel flower for a decoration, take one".

David R. Bunch

"Incident In Moderan"

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