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In Which I Try Far Too Hard at Pretentious Sci-Fi With Meaning and Screw It Up, All in 100 Words
His symbiotic nest of wires unwound at the first sound of her voice. The wires coiled back to lurk in their reef of computer parts. Dylan stretched quiescent muscles, then stepped over to her.
"That was easier than I'd thought," Julie said.
"Well, dealing with women's confusing enough without extra layers of interpretation," Dylan said, "Sometimes you can't beat direct experience."
"Nice excuse," she said, when she'd caught her breath from the kiss.
"It works," he said, then was interrupted by a blare of Chinese pop from her cell phone.
Dylan glared at the offending bit of technology. "Damn thing."
"That was easier than I'd thought," Julie said.
"Well, dealing with women's confusing enough without extra layers of interpretation," Dylan said, "Sometimes you can't beat direct experience."
"Nice excuse," she said, when she'd caught her breath from the kiss.
"It works," he said, then was interrupted by a blare of Chinese pop from her cell phone.
Dylan glared at the offending bit of technology. "Damn thing."