Power Outage


"We've had a shortage, sir!"


That's short for "short", and the long and short of it is that I'm down, way down--my power is all running out, and I really doubt, that I'll last the night without a charge, or make it up in the morning without a jumper start.


Right now, I'm beginning to feel all tuckered out, my neurons have all drained out, and I'm down to my last gigybyte before I, then the world goes out.


This is, without a doubt, a disaster of cosmic proportions.


First one, then two, then on down the line until all energy flows to the borders of the mind; turning out the lights, cutting all off, until the last hat is doffed.


And all energy in the Universe is evenly spread out, flat, and uncharged.


Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull




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