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"You know, I work over in the cybernetics lab at ArtHume."
Great. He was following me. I angled for my ancient car, a converted antique gas guzzler now outfitted with an electric motor that hiccuped sometimes. I yanked on the door handle, pretending not to notice him.
After I climbed into the driver's seat and shut the door, he leaned on the window frame. "Here's my card." He handed me a shiny black plastic card with a hologram logo. "I'm sorry. I just.. never saw a cyber human with such blue eyes."
My cheeks flushed. I tried to start the car, but the electric motor fluttered. It needed some cleaning at the contacts and probably new brushes.
"It's unusual, you know. Brown eyes are everywhere, but blue... where did you get them?"
I violently turned the key. The car started. I backed out of the parking space and drove off a little too fast.
My blood boiled. He had no right to ask about my eyes. They were mine. Now I had to find another coffee and grease shop.
Comments (4 so far!)
Ah. Creep (at least for now). Blue eyes as a form of discrimination? The wheel always turns so that which was old is new again.
- #2198 Posted 2 years ago
Perhaps it is a valued cyborg part...
- #2200 Posted 2 years ago
She stole them! Dun dun duuuun!
- #2205 Posted 2 years ago
These might, I guess, be old blue eyes, and now they're back.
- #2210 Posted 2 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
A barista pulled levers on a machine that belched steam, grinded a few gears, and jiggled menacingly…Steambucks
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