A Set of Pithy Tales And Swell Doggerel
Lets start here then. This is a science fiction comic featuring art that is both mine or stolen and that of generative AI. I hold copyrights on the artwork and text, but you are welcome to use either as you wish.
Toyboy
SharLin waited pensively while her toyboy was being repaired. She thought they certainly didn't work very long if you ran them hard. She giggled at her double entendre.
But the toyboys were after all the best of technology, unless you could afford a real boy like her sister owned. And he was the second boy she'd had in as many years too. Wherever did she get that kind of money. Um um um. Oh well.
SharLik was a good tech and SharLin's toyboy would be back up in no time. She laughed at her silly little pun. SharLin fancied herself to be quite clever and somewhat the wit. In reality this was just a something she imagined; the toyboys were programmed as sycophants with a penchant towards flattering their owners and she accepted their judgement as truth. SharLin was deep into the codependency syndrome. As a general rule toyboy afficianados had more money than wit or common sense, and SharLin was no exception.
“There, see. He blinked his eyes. Give him a chance to reboot and he’ll be good as new!”
SharLin was skeptical. After all, how good was good as new.
Toyboy however was possessed by the dreams of his own neuralytic circuits.
Burned Out, Burnt Doubt
Some summer storm's
Leaping licking lightning
Bolt blasted black
Fire fried fingers
Sad skeletal stretch
Screams silently
To a sullen sky.
Nut and Bolt
Dirt miners. That was what they were. That was all they had ever been. Barring a miracle that was all they would ever be.
Nut liked to compose esoteric verse about computer chips, and then he’d share them with Bolt.
after the crash
One, two, many
pushes and returns;
one too many
pops...
Silly silicon syndrome;
stack scattered, system shattered.
Bits of bytes,
certain symbols,
arcane artifacts,
and the occasional Hex character.
Now all we can find,
these remnants of a kind,
memories of a metallic mind.
Bolt on the other hand was built for cruder work and it was reflected in his attempts at poetry.
Thinking about you
I composed this haiku
I did it for you
thinking about you
I am wishing we could screw
I so lust for you
Nut and Bolt both had lustful circuit events about Asterix thier supervisory unit. This was by design.
Yet Asterix had eyes only for Bode, and that was not going to change.
Charna
Charna brought poppies in the spring
Yes Charna brought her everything
Charna's tunes made her heart sing
Without Charna there was nothing
Thinking of you in haiku
Here is a haiku
And I wrote it just for you
I'm alone and blue
Do you feel the same?
Am I alone at this game
Thinking about you?
Fat Man Blues
Your sister says
There's a fat man in your bedroom
And I, I can hear him groan...
Oh Carlita
How could you do this to me
When you said you'd be all alone
I want to know
Just what it is, what it is
That he's doin to make you moan
Chemistry
Hypergolic girl
Catalyzes desire,
Oxidation and reduction
Fuel exothermic fire.
Balanced reactionHot flash, no ash;
Equation satisfaction.
you can’t say i didn’t cry
You can't say i didn try
but you only made me cry
so bye bye baby bye bye
Yeh it's easy to see
you don't give a damn for me
so best i let you be
On A Happy Note ♪
To end upon a happy note
These two float my boat
Would they get your vote?
Well I hope you found it entertaining, a short diversion from your ordinary sane world into the fevered delusions that accompany mine. As always Comments, Criticisms, and Suggestions are welcome. God Bless All!