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factory reset

Added 2022-12-21 20:37:29 +0000 UTC

in a bleak (but hot!) future dystopia, you stumble across some rough trade in an alley behind the Chrysanthemum Hut--a hi-jacker and his prey, currently in the middle of being returned to factory settings.

the big bastard probably lured him back here with the promise of a quick back-alley fuck, and by the time the headset had sealed around his face it was too late (from the way the two of them are panting, and the sheen of sweat on the dog's tattooed shoulders, it seems like he delivered on that promise). the big dog-catcher, all muscle and big shoulders and encrypted tattoos, stops rutting and grinding into today's catch, that huge head turning on its bull-neck to look--his ocular implants settle on you. they're cold and piercing and yellow as sodium-vapor lamps.

he brings out something with his spare meatpaw, and with a flick of his wrist it slides open--a fresh headset. the cognitive rerouter begins to hum with anticipation.

"keep walking, princess. unless you wanna join him. this doesn't concern you." he drove his powerful hips forward once to drive home his point, sending a muted shudder through the new meatbag.

do you step in and intervene, maybe put that self-defense microhacking certificate to use on this bozo? do you turn up the retro clownstep horrorwave in your earbuds and walk straight home to furiously jack off to what you saw today in the alley?

or do you ask if he's got room for one more flashdrive?