Friday, July 31, 2009

inFink attack!

i thought it was the inFinks again
i still remember the last time they boarded:

"Fuk the po-lice!"
"yeah, Fuk the poo- lice!"
were the words we heard.

i think some of us were inFinks once-
a lot of people have shielded those stories away from themselves-
the sometime result of rejuvenation treatments (some say) taken too far-
into the area of higher mental functions-
a drastic pruning-
resetting for freshness-
a dangerous state-
smart bitches, they tend to escape their cribZ-
or sometimes they're born right fucking here under our asses-
here-
wussa.

2 year old pirates-
run away-
run amok-
berserker babies with shit guns-
grab shit and go-
just havn fun-
urine trouble-
walls obscured-
how's your sidestroke?



sometimes they saw the Magic Robot and then
just kind of sat down around it and watched-
Bordo made it-
it fucking works-
it sings and it dances-
does tricks-
tells stories in- probably- all known languages-
ask him say the word shit in every one-
it's pretty fucking fascinating-
it got me.

1 comment:

bogusoma said...

inFinks are human. Humans who have electively undergone rejuvenation treatments even to the point of regenerating infant bodies of a natural age of two or so (with perhaps some enhancements, so they would have the coordination and strength of an older child, for instance). They also, almost universally undergone selective memory wipes so that most of their former life experiences would be forgotten. Often retained are areas of specialty knowlege, such as astrogation, piloting skills, and gaming competance. Such rejuvenation treatments are a common and acceptable way to give life a new freshness for multiple centenegarians, however, the inFinks are those who have taken this to an extreme, deleting much rationality and moral control, and adopting bodies of infants. inFinks live in a paradise of unrestrained freedom from control. Generally they are seen as a minor nuisance, but occasionally crews of ships have been found drowned in shit, adrift in space, the result of inFink attack. Most inFinks eventually move on, "grow up" to join other groups, but a long term core culture exists of those who choose to remain in this artificially juvenile state... inFinks live by piracy, and adopt colorful pirate regalia and sport diapers theatrically shit stained. They often have bionic animal companions- such as parrotoids and monkeyoids. Some have bionic enhancements as well- like the pissing peg leg, or the burpophonic voicebox. (don't tell me that their favorite dish is spaghetti and meatballs- ok, I won't.)