Ex machina
- - -Bottom of the drink: they hadto go. The Coke machine, the snackmachine, the deep fryer. Hoisted
-and dragged through the hallsand out to the curb, they sat withother trash beneath gray, forlorn
-skies behind the elementaryschool, wondering what their nextmove would be. The Coke machine
-had always wanted to livethe life of a hobo, jumping trains,eating from garbage, making fire
-in old oil drums. It had somestrange romantic notions of being homeless,is what the deep fryer thought.
-Its opinion was to head to court,sue the bastards at the school for earlytermination of contract. It was
-the embodiment of justifiable anger.It believed privately that it was an incarnationof Nemesis, the goddess of divine
-retribution. What the snack machinethought, it kept to itself, but it did saythat nothing ever ends. The others
-were confused, then angry, but finallyunderstood, or thought they did. The snackmachine’s candy melted in the sun.
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