The Adventures Of CyberBeef - Ep. 1 An Average Day In A Not-So-Ordinary Life  

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9/29/2005 1:19 am

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The Adventures Of CyberBeef - Ep. 1 An Average Day In A Not-So-Ordinary Life

It’s an average day in the not-so-average city. This city borders Perfect but only on the northern tip. The south side is flanked on either end by Misery and Pain. I am CyberBeef; a citizen on patrol. My shift over I head to the Metro to begin my long trip home (with 2 transfers). My cup of hot java juice full of fruity goodness I slip past the turnstile with a flick of my speedpass and jump on the first thing sparking. I take my customary seat toward the back and sit crosslegged; right over left. My iPod is pumping the latest oldies from the B-52’s and I’m feeling fine. As I sit I see the latest boarding commuters have entered the door… And there she is! She takes the seat adjacent to mine on the opposite end and crosses her legs; left over right (I’m insulted but I take it in stride). As she sits she speaks in tongues and waves her hands as if signaling to some unseen force in the air (or focusing her Chi…. Reeeally fast). I turn down the Blues Traveler in my ear and take up my favorite book of Chaucer; keeping my head in between the clouds. She does not notice me; does not know I’m there. I’m watching her with an eye for trouble and a sixth sense for danger. As I skim her form I notice she’s not wearing any panties. Her briefs bunch up in a tiny knot just beneath her midriff. I wait for the lights to shimmer by, symbolizing the entrance into the tunnel, and then I turn a page. I now turn up the volume on my Doobie Brothers as I foolishy believe she is looking my way. The train is rattling a little so her hands are shaking as she takes the cigarette from the pack in her bra. She sways the stick back and forth as if she were searching for water as she chants in mantra and then she puts the cigar back into her pocketbook. I turn down the Meshell Ndege Ocello feeling coy; and that’s alright. I turn the page of my book of Dante again and that’s when I notice the inferno of red hair in between her eyes… I fail to make the connection. She shrugs off the urge to mumble something incoherent that I could barely hear if I listened very carefully; paying special mind to ensure I ignored her altogether. She’s shaking now: The train has come to a complete stop. I close my book of Swift and begin my travels to the first transfer. I can only see red; I’m colorblind during the day. I leave the lady to her ranting and quietly walk across the divide between this direction and the next and complete my course with a stop at subway to get my favorite sandwich; a hotdog bun stuffed with mincemeat and chutney. I check my fanny pack (I call it a man purse) and make sure my speedpass is at the ready. I then board the next train at the concourse I just left. I sit in the front as I always do and then I plug in my pocket PC to a set of concave headphones. I’m playing streaming media of the movie Annie that I downloaded after yesterdays trip; I’m only fooled once! A man boards at the next stop after 2 stops pass by and he reeks of Drakkar. I stop the movie that I was watching and switch to Casablanca; an avid lover of Noir. He pulls out a pack of tic-tacs and shakes them to loosen them from each other. He’s checking his watch every 30 seconds and remarking on how sunny it is outside. After the third strike of lightning he twists the top of the packet of mentos and then puts them back in his back left pocket. I see my stop ahead as we exit the tunnel and the sun shines on my face. This is my life; this is my city. I am CyberBeef and these are my tales….


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