It was the future, and for my 49 birthday I
was given a B-Ringer 7, a maniacal
invention that helps to always put you on top of things, making you not able to
forget anything, misunderstand or mishear anything, and giving you the
concentration of a hungry snake. To me this sounded like drugs, because it
would only last for roughly a day, so the next day you’d take another dose of B-Ringer 7 matter, allowing you to find
everything interesting and indulging. I refused to ever, ever use it, as though
it would make me slightly more knowledgeable, it could routinely destroy my
whole body, till my brain is a mushed up matter of unused facts. I’ll find
better uses for it just not me.
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