CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
CHECK ONE TWO
OH YEAH
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yeayh
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This is a Charles Horse story.
The story within the story is still part of the Charles Horse story.
Any further layers of story are all Charles Horse.
Charles Horse is the root of this story.
It is from the mind of Charles Horse.
I do not take responsibility for the views and beliefs expressed by Charles Horse.
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Charles Horse was sitting at his computer.
"I need to do something great."
"But you're Charles Horse."
"And yet I have but one life to live."
"The life of Charles Horse."
Charles Horse ignored the voice and wrote.
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It was the year 2058. Billy Goat lived alone. Well, almost. He had someone who looked after him. Well, something. He was not good with people. A refined form of Autism, he'd been told. He understand. It didn't help. He still couldn't talk to people. Still had no one. Would never know love. Would never be normal.
Sometimes he'd leave the house. He would see people on his street. Some knew him, some didn't. Some would say hello to him. The older ones, usually. He'd sometimes get a "hi" out, with his stupid voice. He didn't always know if they heard it or not. But at least they'd see his mouth moving, right?
There was one little girl who lived a few houses up who surprised him a few times by saying hi by name. He didn't like children. They were cruel. But she seemed like a nice polite little girl. Of course the years had rolled on by. She was a teenager now. One day he walked by her and he actually said "hi", remembering their previous interactions.
She didn't say anything and walked by.
It hurt. He thought about it all the way home. Rushed up to his robot carer. He needed caring for.
"Why didn't she say hi?"
"I do not have the information to provide an answer" said the robot carer
"I mean it doesn't matter, really, but...is it because she's a teenager now?"
"That is possible. Human beings change as they age."
"I don't. Oh, but you said human beings. Yes, that's it, isn't it? When she was a kid she didn't know I was a freak. But now? It's impossible to not notice I'm an adult man living with a robot carer. That no one ever comes and goes from the house."
"That is something other humans could notice."
"She's probably wondered what's wrong with me. Probably thinks I'm a pervert or something. I mean, she's a teenager now. She's...developed."
"Do you find this girl attractive?"
"No! What! No! I mean...yeah she's grown up...well. But it's okay to notice that, right? It's natural."
"It is natural to find human beings of a sexually mature age attractive."
"Right. But I wasn't...looking at her like that. I was just saying hi. So I can't even do that now?"
"Perhaps she didn't hear you."
"Stop trying to make me feel better. Now everyone thinks I'm a freak. And they're right. I'm never leaving the house again."
"But you have to go to the doctor tomorrow."
"I can't...I can't..."
He could and did. But he didn't look at people on the street on the way there or back. He didn't say anything. He didn't say anything again. He did hug his robot healer though.
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"Oh, bravo."
"Just a little story."
"Don't think I don't know what you were doing."
"Just a story."
"And he did find the girl attractive."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"But think about it from her point of view."
"He's not a rapist!"
"She doesn't know him. Nobody knows him."
"Nobody can."
"The robot carer bit doesn't work. Everyone would have one if they were available. Not just freaks."
"I wish you were one."
"I'm not. I'm you."
"I know."
"Then let's go to sleep."
Charles Horse always seemed to be going to sleep. The only problem was that he woke up again every time.
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HOO BOY!
Charles Horse ther!
what a fictional character
worrying about things
it's luck I never worry about anythign!
lucky lucky lickyy....
luck
not lick
I'm nt
not licky
I'm not going to lick anyone
don't worry
I'll never do anything
there's no potential
OH YEAH
____________
yeayh
_____________
This is a Charles Horse story.
The story within the story is still part of the Charles Horse story.
Any further layers of story are all Charles Horse.
Charles Horse is the root of this story.
It is from the mind of Charles Horse.
I do not take responsibility for the views and beliefs expressed by Charles Horse.
_________________
Charles Horse was sitting at his computer.
"I need to do something great."
"But you're Charles Horse."
"And yet I have but one life to live."
"The life of Charles Horse."
Charles Horse ignored the voice and wrote.
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It was the year 2058. Billy Goat lived alone. Well, almost. He had someone who looked after him. Well, something. He was not good with people. A refined form of Autism, he'd been told. He understand. It didn't help. He still couldn't talk to people. Still had no one. Would never know love. Would never be normal.
Sometimes he'd leave the house. He would see people on his street. Some knew him, some didn't. Some would say hello to him. The older ones, usually. He'd sometimes get a "hi" out, with his stupid voice. He didn't always know if they heard it or not. But at least they'd see his mouth moving, right?
There was one little girl who lived a few houses up who surprised him a few times by saying hi by name. He didn't like children. They were cruel. But she seemed like a nice polite little girl. Of course the years had rolled on by. She was a teenager now. One day he walked by her and he actually said "hi", remembering their previous interactions.
She didn't say anything and walked by.
It hurt. He thought about it all the way home. Rushed up to his robot carer. He needed caring for.
"Why didn't she say hi?"
"I do not have the information to provide an answer" said the robot carer
"I mean it doesn't matter, really, but...is it because she's a teenager now?"
"That is possible. Human beings change as they age."
"I don't. Oh, but you said human beings. Yes, that's it, isn't it? When she was a kid she didn't know I was a freak. But now? It's impossible to not notice I'm an adult man living with a robot carer. That no one ever comes and goes from the house."
"That is something other humans could notice."
"She's probably wondered what's wrong with me. Probably thinks I'm a pervert or something. I mean, she's a teenager now. She's...developed."
"Do you find this girl attractive?"
"No! What! No! I mean...yeah she's grown up...well. But it's okay to notice that, right? It's natural."
"It is natural to find human beings of a sexually mature age attractive."
"Right. But I wasn't...looking at her like that. I was just saying hi. So I can't even do that now?"
"Perhaps she didn't hear you."
"Stop trying to make me feel better. Now everyone thinks I'm a freak. And they're right. I'm never leaving the house again."
"But you have to go to the doctor tomorrow."
"I can't...I can't..."
He could and did. But he didn't look at people on the street on the way there or back. He didn't say anything. He didn't say anything again. He did hug his robot healer though.
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"Oh, bravo."
"Just a little story."
"Don't think I don't know what you were doing."
"Just a story."
"And he did find the girl attractive."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"But think about it from her point of view."
"He's not a rapist!"
"She doesn't know him. Nobody knows him."
"Nobody can."
"The robot carer bit doesn't work. Everyone would have one if they were available. Not just freaks."
"I wish you were one."
"I'm not. I'm you."
"I know."
"Then let's go to sleep."
Charles Horse always seemed to be going to sleep. The only problem was that he woke up again every time.
________________________
HOO BOY!
Charles Horse ther!
what a fictional character
worrying about things
it's luck I never worry about anythign!
lucky lucky lickyy....
luck
not lick
I'm nt
not licky
I'm not going to lick anyone
don't worry
I'll never do anything
there's no potential