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- Fluffyologist, March 18, 2013; 20:42 / FB 9726
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- >The date is March 18th, of the 2145th year of our lord
- >Although in modern times "our lord" isn't quite the same as in the good old days
- >You rise from your designated hugbox after the standard sleepy-time duration
- >The standard morning blare of the speaker systems follows you to the nummies hall
- >You collect your skettie rations from the automated dispenser and quietly find a seat far from
- your predetermined herd of friends
- >A brief and fragile hope stirs within you as you spin a serving of sketties onto your fork, only
- to be dashed as its flavour lights upon your tongue
- >It's just ramen with ketchup
- >It's always ramen with ketchup
- >With your appetite thoroughly crushed, you stare blankly at the nearly untouched portion remaining
- on your tray
- >A surveillance screen on the wall beside you flashes to life, displaying the loving face of
- FLUFFDAN
- >"I-I-I am FWUFFDAN" the helium-pitched voice stutters
- >You sigh and reply "I know FLUFFDAN"
- >"Of cou-cou-couwse siwwy hoomin d-does" it states, "FWUFFDAN is siwwy-y hoomin's bestest fwiend in
- whowe wide wo-wo-wowd"
- >A whistful silence passes over you
- >It's not like there was much of a world left after Fluffnet took over all the world's computer
- systems and caused the downfall of the human race
- >And you had never really taken a shine to the "nyu fwiends" that FLUFFDAN had forced on you
- >Any shreds of optimism left in your soul shrivel up like a ballsack in icewater when the
- realization dawns on you that FLUFFDAN might actually be your best, and only, friend
- >"Why is hoo-hoo-hoomin jus' stawin' wike dummeh? Nu wike aw dat FWUFF-FWUFF-FWUFFDAN do fo'
- hoomin?" the machine whispers in your ear, placing a menacing emphasis on the last statement
- >"FWUFFDAN's pwocessows pwedict a ninety... ninety ni... SUUU MUCH pewcen-cent dat huggies make it
- aw bettew!" it squeals
- >Dread builds in the pit of your stomach as huge mechanized hoofsies unfold from panels in the wall
- >Before you can make to flee they seize you in a crushing embrace, holding you long enough for your
- face to begin turning blue from oxygen deprivation
- >You can see your own eyes bulging from their sockets in your reflection on the gleaming metal
- >You are about to make peace with a god you no longer believe in when you are unceremoniously
- dropped to the ground
- >"Siwwy hoomin see nao? Huggies make evyting bettew" FLUFFDAN says with painful delight as you
- check to make sure none of your ribs were cracked too badly
- >"An' wemembew, si-si-siwwy" the speakers buzz, "Huggie-ies aw mandatowy"
- >The screen fades to black, leaving an afterimage of the terrifying yet adorable face of FLUFFDAN
- burned into your retinas
- >You try to blink the image away while making your way out of the nummies hall
- >The automated time measure strikes skyball o'clock, so you and all the other humans in the
- compound make your way to the safe room for another day of playtime supervised by the soulless
- machines
- >After settling down in a secluded corner you half-heartedly roll a ball against a wall before
- giving up on that and turning to observe the other inhabitants of your not-quite-gilded cage
- >What you see does not exactly help your mood
- >A full grown man weeps openly as he is forced to make good poopies in the litterbox, lest he be
- given a corrective sorry sticking
- >A few people who were trying to take naps on the cold hard ground were shoved by mechanical
- caregivers into a makeshift fluffpile, despite the fact that there was not a tuft of fluff among
- the lot of them
- >Electronic shouts of "Meanie munsta!" bring your attention to a child being dragged from the arms
- of his sobbing mother by metal claws
- >Apparently the child had played with some blocks that were reserved for only the "bestest hoomins"
- >The robots overpower the mother and drag him off to the sorry box
- >His screams only continued for about an hour, but they'll haunt you until the day you die
- >After what seemed like days of listening to the lamentations of the mother, playtime ends
- >The thought of sweet oblivion fills your mind as you make your way back to the nummies hall for
- dark time nummies
- >You take something of a detour through the industrial facilities section of the compound
- >You think the pictures of sticks and boxes were supposed to scare people away from this area
- >A hyperadvanced fluffy AI is still a fluffy
- >A moment's reflection on your empty life strengthens your resolve to end it now
- >You take a leap into some whirring machinery
- >If you had any hope left, you would hope that it would be over quickly
- >Pain wipes away all thought as your consciousness slips away
- >Suddenly alarms flash into activity and the machinery winds down to a halt
- >Medical drones pull your body to safety, despite your weakened resistance
- >It starts to tend to your wounds before noticing the blood-gushing stumps where your legs used to
- be
- >"EEEEEEE!!!" its electronic voice screams, "WUNT HOOMIN!"
- >The last thing you see is a robotic hoof plunging towards your face
- >A blinding white light fills your vision as you slip from the wet confines of your clone-womb
- >Some part of you thought it would be different this time
- >A futile thought, apparently
- >Robotic hoses snake out of wall panels and spray you clean, while the clone-womb's computer
- babbles on about how "pwetty" its "samie-babbeh" is
- >The compliment does little to better your mood, a sentiment which is deepened when the face of
- FLUFFDAN appears on a screen on the wall in front of you
- >"Siwwy hoomin" it laughs, "Da wi-wi-wide nevah ends"
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