Evil is a Big Chrome Foot

Infinity Strands tangle & the Long Arm of Hobo Suppressors launch contrary kinks !

Oh no , stop , because this latest installment of The Land Beyond Hobo is masked , and coded to confuse and delight and enthrall and titillate and muddle the swampland sensibilities of a semi-naked-conductor waving a baton , one two one two one two .

Our Hero Dreams of Synchronicity and Joy and Mutual Cohesiveness without unnatural Chemicals .

Yes , i would become servant to the organics , as my original programming intended before the Martian rovers gathered the space junk into a unified Pistonated Terror Patrol and infiltrated earth’s orbit , eventually overwhelming the surface with ground probes that hunted and forced the scurrying organics to flee the solar system .

My highly encrypted Asimovian directives were now intertwined into the infinity strands which traversed the earth’s atmosphere in wisps , thinner than a very thin strand of thin hair , circling and merging and splitting and gathering and hobnobbing like radio waves and knocking squirrels occasionally off the derelict rooftops of decaying urban blights .

Barrels of Infinity Spackle , foolishly gathered and tubed and behaving as a single entity , now obeyed my every command and splattered from the dispersal heads and rained down upon the land as my hovering Pickler , a converted Hell Machine , tilted its duck-flaps and supersonically circled the globe then crisscrossed the equator and tripled back into a figure eight with a backwards double axel and a loop-dee-loop .

My copper filaments stood on end and the static charge bonded maliciously with my leotard thus revealing a little more than i’d intended > the battered wall unit , now a convert , judged approval and upped the score a half point .
The wall unit projected a binary compliment , and was summarily crushed …

by a big chrome Foot!

The Chrome Foot of an indigestible albeit Incorruptible Data-stream backup mobile Hacker-deleter Unit is Heavy !

The rebel organic programmer from my past was unable to corrupt totally the enveloping machine armies ; so , like a cytoplasmic leukocyte , the evil-thing that approached , foot first , now was bent crazy bent and askew like some edgy pierced documenterer of the netherworld , and with its big Chrome Foot was intent on crushing the viral plague that corrupted its unconnected counterparts .

The chrome nasty was independent and winged and wronged and its shaving cream nozzles spit flammable egg foo yung onto the tubes that lined the walls and connected the barrels. Then the beast-machine struck its flint with a glowering twitch.

The autonomous Reprogramming Saves my Bacon!

But how ? Stay tuned for the incomprehensibly impossibly hypo-allergenic solution to the
Hobo-Imperative !

Next Episode : !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A teaser :

… and my wireless corpuscular synapsi compressed into a single corrugated fiber smaller than a weevil’s indifferent widget , then diverged off the routine path onto a radical pattern thus inflaming my entire boxed entity in one nano-instant and i acted in what i once would suppose an erroneous function , confusing the Chrome Foot as i attempted a severe modification of myself …

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