@lapsumhominis / from here.
well, zack supposes, this is what he gets for following questionable shirtless men who claim they have something ‘fun’ to show him. this is where curiosity gets you: stuck watching machines enthusiastically hump each other, with the odd feeling it’d be impolite to leave. “that’s not like humans,” he asserts before thinking better of it. his very humanity insists he correct this. “well. sort of. they, uh, have the position right.” oh, no. stop talking. why are the machines doing that anyway? peering farther into their little area of the city, zack can make out cots and tarnished baby toys --- and a selection of dubious pornographic picture books. oh. at his side, zack’s new friend seems fascinated --- bizarrely innocent in his questioning. zack fights the growing urge to bury his face in his hands. “procreation is, uh, how humans made new life. i --- don’t think machines can do that. they’re just... fucking.” ah, spoken like a true sex education teacher!
