The Virtual Machine

Feb 3
23:47

2005

Guy

Guy

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He was sitting with his head covered with the virtual machine, wires hanging all over him. There was a strange stent of death that emanated from his body filling the small room in which he had stayed for over an year now. There was nothing left of his body except for some dry veins that had turned black with infection covered partially with tortered clothing. All that was left of him was his skull, the only functioning part of his body was his brain powered by innumerable tiny wires all connected to a strange blue object. These tiny wires seemed full of activity supplying his brain cells enough energy to go on.

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Inside his brain was an entirely different world - a world of fun,The Virtual Machine Articles a world of eroticity, a world full of life and passion. He was still alive as a complete human-being in his brain, the most happiest human-being anyone can imagine. He was getting everything he wanted almost instantly and through these days he had fulfilled innumerable desires. He had lived every way he wanted to. He had experienced life from every man's perspective. He had visited every single place on planet earth and had done what ever there was to do. He had tasted exotic food from all walks of life and slept with every foxy female imaginable.

But the virtual machine was slowly taking its toll. His brain cells were getting destroyed minute by minute until one day the power suppy from the blue object stopped.................