he stood with one foot in the grave  not that hed be buried like a bone in a vacuumedsealed coffin to eventually turn to a molten slippery sludge

he thought existentially

                        while it seemed those behind himyounger than him were imbued in fantasynot dependent on their own imaginations  he couldnt imagine the places they might allow themselves to be taken or led

they fingered flat keyboard played with toggleswitches were enticed by buttons

button

        the only button he wanted to finger or rotate was a womans nipple he wasnt going to accept a virtual stopgap  be a virtual player  be 2D while his 3Dself acquiesced and was suspendedhung in a jitteryelectronic miasmic stupor be represented by a frenetic ant army hive of buzzingbees or electroshocked entities 

not his cup of Socrates hemlock        

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