Thursday, May 24, 2012
Anti-Gravity Quirks Again
The small anti-gravitational graveyard hanging over my desk keeps dropping coffins on my keyboard. Least before the coffins break open, the cadavers are preserved with automaton buggies, keeping the bodies flesh-bound, not decayed. Each one is nice enough to ask if I would return them to their dark place of rest. Evidently the robot caretaker, Tinky, has malfunctioned, coincidentally falling into graves he digs up, his weight pushing the coffins down and out.