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In the pitch of black, Gallows lay on his bed, string at the ceiling above. It was 3:00am as the digital clock by his bed side told and the buzzing outside from what could be deciphered as a car alarm, was driving him to the brink of sanity then taking a turn back. He rolled over on his sore side....... It was the morning after lots. These he did not want to reach any further into but would like to forget like the smell of vomit or surge of pain...... He had been off work lately. The other scientists just wanted to s**t on his work and further their own anti-social standings by fighting and competing with one another.
As a hideous robotic shell life sucked. Still having a mostly human body meant the agony of emotion and constant lust for sex. He looked forit everywhere. Billboards, magazines, television....... Anything remotely sex orientated that would feed his randy wild desires.
Feeling at the oher side of his bed Gallows felt chocolate wrappings... This heralded a clench in his stomach and his hand recoiled. Right now, he lay, completely naked, on his bed..... Pain all over... a feeling of sick and self loathing, with the journey to work ahead.......