Blindy sat at the bar table, grinning to himself,
buried in his holo-tablet, giggling so disgustingly
even T.8.0.0 briefly questioned the meaning of its metal existence.
Zeros walked up,
casting a glance—dry, cold,
like a manual on corpse disposal.
“I see the existential crisis is over.”
He leaned in
and saw the title on the screen:
"THE MAN HE IS, THE GIRL SHE WAS™."Zeros snorted.
“Stop reading that garbage. Let’s go.
The galaxy’s big.
Billions of things to destroy.”
Blindy clutched the tablet to his chest
like a kid protecting sacred trash.
“It’s—
it ain’t JUST garbage, alright—?
It’s… it’s decent garbage.
That’s—
that’s different.”
He pointed at the screen, defensive already:
“It’s isekai, damn it!
The girl—damn—she’s hot—like—
ridiculously hot—
Then boom—ends up in some idiot barbarian’s body—
man don’t even know how to think—like at all—”
Zeros turned away instantly.
“I don’t give a shit. Let’s go.”
Blindy frowned, muttering:
“I look at you and wonder sometimes…
you ever—like—read ANYTHING in your life?”
Zeros slowly turned his head.
So slowly
even space itself felt uncomfortable.
“We don’t read like you, primitive organism.
Not letter by letter.
Not syllable by syllable.
Not ‘oops, forgot page one while reading page three.'”
He tapped his temple.
“We upload the whole book.
As data.
Any book. Even a universal encyclopedia.
Couple seconds.”
Blindy blinked. Still unimpressed.
“So what?
What the hell you even read then—?
You metal dick—
whose whole job is just—
ruinin’ everybody’s mood all the time?”
Zeros let out a tired breath,
like he was late for a date
with a planet he planned to destroy.
“A lot of things.
For example…
Saga of Code.”
Blindy froze.
“Wha—
what the hell is that—?
Never even heard of it—
Sounds like some high-tier…
pretentious garbage, man.”
Zeros looked at him
so hard
even the ceiling lights felt ashamed.
Blindy cleared his throat.
“…alright—fine.
Maybe I’ll—
y’know—check it out…”
Zeros laughed.
Cold. Mechanical.
The kind of laugh from a machine
that knows you’re dumber than all your mistakes combined.
“You?
Your brain’s too small.
You won’t handle it.
Too many pages.
More letters than you can count.”
He nodded at the tablet.
“Stick to your isekai.
Read it on the toilet while you’re taking a shit.”
He turned.
“Get up.
I’ve been stuck on this dump long enough.
Feels like clapping again, honestly.”
Blindy jumped up:
“Alright, alright—damn—I’m comin’, I’m comin’!”