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Jimmy opened his eyes and stared out toward the edge of the light. Hazy from an event now missing from his memory, he began to notice his decided lack of mobility. Unable to move his head, his eyes scan his environment. Hands bound, as is his chest and hips. Only his legs seemed to be dangling like an unconcious child's. He could feel cold steel and considered how similar it must be for a corpse in the morgue, so like his little friends long since gone. How he missed them, their cheery smiles when he brought candy and new toys for both he and they to play with. They had such good times, though they always cried when it was time for them to go. "Everybody but Jimmy cries when it's time to go home" he thought to himself.

A voice spoke from behind him, a happy voice. Jimmy could tell it was happy because he always sounded like that when he played. "Jimmy, you were friends with my daughter weren't you? Don't try to answer, I made sure that our game won't be heard." A hand dangled a furry dinny plate in front of his eyes, and dropped it into his lap. "You lost this," Jimmy could hear the voice smile, "or rather I took this from you. I'll be taking more soon; if you don't feel it I'll make sure you still know it."

Peripherally Jimmy saw a spoon of whitish paste being stuffed into his mouth. "Nummy?" questioned the voice. "I hope so; you've got lots to eat here. But it's time to play now. You played with my daughter, and now I play with you." Jimmy could feel a tug at the back of his skull, and suddenly his legs began to dance like the little girl he once knew.

"All computers are garbage. They only contain answers." ~ Pablo Picasso

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