Sonny plugged the remote adapter into his brain stem and began playing his memory video. “Hadaway and Shite!” his brother shouted out, a line from the school play on the wallscreen.
“This was seven years ago,” Sonny said to Treet. "He loved playing Honorary Judge William Keelstan Murray.”
“I think he just loved to shout out, ‘Hadaway!’” Treet, a friend from his class added.
“I miss him,” Sonny said, as his brain now displayed a shot of his brother’s funeral stored in his World Bully brain-memory software. "I'm only six..."
“Ahhh, quit that sappy shit. Give me the remote,” Treet said, pulling it from Sonny, plugging it into his own head, immediately releasing a clip of Treet’s girlfriend Bexium, her naked pubescent tits jaunting around in slow motion.
“She seems nice,” Sonny said, which changed Treet’s channel to a new image of Bexium zapping Treet with a Cyber-Taze.
“Ouch, that hurt,” Sonny groaned.
“It sure as fuck did. I really need to stay off and not Compconnect as much.”
“Seriously.” Sonny sighed. “Ok, let’s play Old Fogey World.”
“Cool.”
“There’s Grampa...” Sonny said as his grandfather appeared on the wallscreen direct from the Reality Game Network.
“Quick! Give him colitis!” Treet shouted.
“Is that Mental Prompt: Shift !~{=}?”
“No, that’s the code for bed sores… It’s MP: Shift… It’s, shit I don’t know. I don’t want to fuck up your grandpa too bad.”
“I’m bored.” Sonny waved at the screen. “Hi Grandpa.” Grandpa sadly waved back.
There was a knock on the door. “Sonny,” his mom said. “I saw on my monitor that you were playing with Grandpa.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Well, did you start your homework?”
“Not yet. We will after we watch Treet and Bexium fucking for a bit.”
“OK son, but don’t let Bexium’s sweet ass get in the way of starting it,” his mom laughed.
“I said we’ll do it! Jesus, Mom!”
Mom shook her head, kids will be kids, and transfer-phased herself downstairs to create dinner as Housesound projected the music of Bexium’s breathy orgasm.
“This was seven years ago,” Sonny said to Treet. "He loved playing Honorary Judge William Keelstan Murray.”
“I think he just loved to shout out, ‘Hadaway!’” Treet, a friend from his class added.
“I miss him,” Sonny said, as his brain now displayed a shot of his brother’s funeral stored in his World Bully brain-memory software. "I'm only six..."
“Ahhh, quit that sappy shit. Give me the remote,” Treet said, pulling it from Sonny, plugging it into his own head, immediately releasing a clip of Treet’s girlfriend Bexium, her naked pubescent tits jaunting around in slow motion.
“She seems nice,” Sonny said, which changed Treet’s channel to a new image of Bexium zapping Treet with a Cyber-Taze.
“Ouch, that hurt,” Sonny groaned.
“It sure as fuck did. I really need to stay off and not Compconnect as much.”
“Seriously.” Sonny sighed. “Ok, let’s play Old Fogey World.”
“Cool.”
“There’s Grampa...” Sonny said as his grandfather appeared on the wallscreen direct from the Reality Game Network.
“Quick! Give him colitis!” Treet shouted.
“Is that Mental Prompt: Shift !~{=}?”
“No, that’s the code for bed sores… It’s MP: Shift… It’s, shit I don’t know. I don’t want to fuck up your grandpa too bad.”
“I’m bored.” Sonny waved at the screen. “Hi Grandpa.” Grandpa sadly waved back.
There was a knock on the door. “Sonny,” his mom said. “I saw on my monitor that you were playing with Grandpa.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Well, did you start your homework?”
“Not yet. We will after we watch Treet and Bexium fucking for a bit.”
“OK son, but don’t let Bexium’s sweet ass get in the way of starting it,” his mom laughed.
“I said we’ll do it! Jesus, Mom!”
Mom shook her head, kids will be kids, and transfer-phased herself downstairs to create dinner as Housesound projected the music of Bexium’s breathy orgasm.
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