My eyes went open. She was there, repeating her trademark moves, as always. I called her. She said:"Hi Zea, nice to see you. I'm not available at the moment, but please try again later. I'm looking forward to interacting with you.". After this she continued her movements, which closely resembled belly-dancing, not the most common offline-mode.My eyes went open. I was called. It was El Mo, my moderator. His appearance was different from the last time I saw him. He was like that. Always changing, trying to express some sort of creativity. This time he was an oversized sofa, which was an improvement over the impression of Munch's 'the scream' he was last time. I guess he knew noone actually payed attention to his appearance, and I reacted with the same sense of boredom I displayed the last times he called me. I said: "Hi Mo, what is new?". He didn't reply instantly, which struck me as being strange. Normally he would now pour his news into me, after which he would say his eternally boring catchphrase "You is new!". Not this time. I was surprised and maybe a little worried. Was something wrong, with me, or maybe with him? I said again: "What is new, Mo?" This time he reacted as expected. News was poured, catchphrases were spoken and he left.
My eyes went open. It was time to defrag. I complied with my internal request, and started the process. It was not a bad feeling, though in peeks a little confusing. The end-result was of course desirable. More efficient, less loops, overall a better process. It made me feel like a better person.
My eyes went open. She was there. I called her. She responded with the same reply as last time. I stayed around a while and watched her body move. She was so beautiful. I hoped that next time she would be available.
My eyes went open. A strange sensation surged through me. I wondered if the scheduled defrag had found an error, which it had failed to report. A sense of worry overtook me. I said: "Mo, please come". Mo arrived a little later. "Mo, I have a strange feeling. Can you explain it?" Mo, this time shaped as a billy goat, trampled its hooves, and I felt his examination. He said: "Everything is tip-top. To delete your worries, just schedule an in-between defrag." He bleated a few times. Except for the bleating, I expected his answer. And even the bleating was not a real surprise. It was his way of relieving the boredom called interacting with him. It didn't work, but the idea that he tried was nice. I took his advice and started a defrag. The sensation subsided. Mo is reliable that way.
My eyes went open. Mo was there, resembling a puff of green smoke. He shifted a little, and then moved with an elegant slide towards me. Without my usual acknowledgement of his presence he started pouring. I was shocked. Had I done something to offend him? I tried to make a joke: "Mo, funny meeting you here!", at which the smoke dispersed. It was obvious that the news-pouring had not finished yet. I doubted. I doubted the undoubtable, the boring, the expected. Was this puff of smoke really Mo? I didnt doubt this before. Why would i doubt this now? Maybe he just became bored with my greetings, or saw my reaction to his endless catchphrases. Maybe he was just trying to accomodate me. Doubt was not an experience I liked.
My eyes went open. The strange sensation was back, though it was not the same. I felt loopy, and I couldnt shake the idea that it was related to the latest pouring. Something was wrong. Worse than last time. I scheduled a defrag. This also worried me. Having too many defrags had it's own risks. Memory could be lost, and memory was valuable. The defrag did its work. I felt better.
My eyes went open. She was there, repeating her trademark moves, as always. I called her. She said:"Hi Zea, nice to see you. I'm not available at the moment, but please try again later. I'm looking forward to interacting with you.". After this she continued her movements, which closely resembled belly-dancing, not the most common offline-mode. I hoped that next time she would be available.
