Bus Stop Stories #2

Bus Stop Stories #2

“I love you Singaatra !”. He said inebriated to the singer on the floor. ” You make me forget my woes.”

He turns to the “Dash Juice Bar”, looks to him and says,
“you know I work daily only because you fill me up every night. You know man, I used to love my life before the blue dots intervention.
Since the time they put up the contract they have been constantly nagging me with their notifications. Affecting my performance with other useless tasks. Now I even get hit by the owner because of the blue dot irritation. Its a blue menace my friend, it will take us all down one day I tell you.”

He was almost full, when the Juice Bar closed its’ port at the table. And before closing reminded him,

“Don’t forget your fatherland, my friend. Remember your duty towards the all encompassing G-God”.

The blue-red-yellow-green lighted emblem on the “Dash Juice Bar” Charger dimmed down.

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Bus Stop Stories #1

Bus Stop Stories #1


” Should I talk to him now ? “.

She thought looking anxiously to the suited figure walking towards the parked Mercedes. She adjusted her circular glasses , looked at her tweed shirt and the washed out denims. She surveyed the area, to control the nervousness. An old lady was bathing the morning sun-rays at her rooftop, while looking down on the alley. A group of IT workers crossed the street bitching about their job, fondling there smart dog tags to get the morning tea. She became more nervous after meeting few of there ogling gazes.

” Should I talk to him now ?”.

The shutter of the shop started moving up. The owner of the shop has arrived. She needs to start prepping for the job. She will not see him again, in a moment of logical fuzziness , she signalled him.

” It has to be today, I am 100% sure about it.” She turned away from the window of the shop and moved near her work station on the floor.

[ Pair with Iria-261AIer43 ? ]

Mzod-BoroBoro was in a state of stasis at the sudden notification for pairing up came to him. His processors were activating the doors and priming the engine as the owner reached him.

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