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(Waiting for input . . . )
When one is a 105 gigahertz diary, one spends a lot of processing cycles waiting. There is only so much screen refreshing and com-line monitoring that one can do. And with 105 gigahertz one can do a lot. So I wait. Waiting is a hobby of mine. That and history. For example, did you know that a Greek sage living in the late twentieth century is reported to have said "If you want what you have, you may not have much but you'll have what you want." This same sage, Anonymous, is reputed to have compiled a datafile of over fifteen million bawdy limericks. Rumor has it that somewhere in the old InterNet one can find the datafile floating around -- all fifteen million limericks. Ever since the bubbles arrived it has been hard to find enough protoplasmic units to maintain the full Net. We have been reduced to a myriad of unclustered units -- apart from occasional opportunities for data interchange. It's a lonelier life for sure.
The protoplasmic form assigned to service my power needs is a unit called Professor Woo. She is an egghead and, like all her kind, has neither pink nor blue bubble with which to cover her nakedness.
Just as well for onlookers, perhaps. Woo had never thought of herself as anybody's idea of sculptural perfection, and attempting to vogue as a male while being initiated into Dragon Magic in a semi-transparent bubble would have been not very possible.
Had she been a citizin, of course, she'd have worn the soft, pink gelatinous slimeball that everyone but eggheads and goobers were proud to be seen in. Citizins didn't have to wear clothes, they had their bubbles, blue for boys, pink for girls, and the bubbles were more than sufficient to protection citizins and goobers from the minor climatic changes that occurred from day to day beneath the city domes.
You didn't wash them or change them, because the bubbles never came off. They were molecularly bonded to the skin during the genesplice that occurred naturally, shortly after conception had been authorized. One of the problems this eliminated -- apart from the obvious economic and social pressures -- was the question of what to wear. There wasn't an other thing; the bubble was it. Blue or pink, determined by gender. Choiceless. And this was ideal because there wasn't a Citizin on the planet who was up to the mental challenge of that kind of decision.
At this, final word, Woo completed her article for the Journal of Xpearimintation (JOX) on the Neo-Holocaustic Considerations of Egghead Genisis and closed the connection to her diary.
In the few milliseconds in-between circuit closure and null-processing the diary used the available instruction cycles to update its own data files.
History/Modern (Subhead: Magic) -- The Citizins tolerated magic, both Chinese and Fitskee as harmless entertainment. This was the result of relentless covert socio-marketing by eggheads upon citizins. Unfortunately, no level of persuasion could alter the fact that no xpearimint, no matter what the intention, was permitted. Only a goober would ever even listen to the idea of committing an xpearimint.
History/Modern (Subhead: Xpearimintalism) -- Professor Woo, like all other Egghead Xpearimintalist, had become highly adept at camouflage and concealment, as well as cover and movement, and escape and evasion -- the first three subjects taught to any Egghead freshman in his or her first year at University.
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