Stories From The Head

Face The Machine Sabba turned off his computer, well knowing of what it would lead to. As long as his mind was clear, he really felt in his heart that he had the right to call himself something else than his real name, and today he really felt that the right name for him was, yes exactly, Mish. Yes, Mish, that was it. Sabba didn’t always have such an easy time making up his mind. For example, he could, without exaggeration, remember more then one hundred situations where making the choice was much more difficult than this time. Sabba figured it was about time to get dressed, but as he had no clothes, he found it immensely difficult. He now regretted having spent his last money buying that expensive computer, which he didn’t even know how to use. Sabba despised the computer ”Spectrum 2000”. Blah, he hated it! 3-4 times a day he turned it on and screamed at the screen ”YOU FUCK! I’M NOT STUPID JUST BECAUSE I don’t KNOW HOW TO USE YOU, AND YOU KNOW IT, DON'T YOU, YOU FUCK?” It was obvious that Sabba was right. After all, Sabba couldn’t be blamed for the computer having only one button (”On” and ”Off”). The computer knew it. Sabba didn’t...

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