I'm not a machine. Cyborg, perhaps. But science and morality have yet to reach an agreement on where that fine line lays. As for me, I'm an easy lay (Trivial Truth #3a).
About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.