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"When this is all over," you say to nobody in particular, "I'm gonna be all over the idea of no more hallucinogenic drugs."

The world around you melts and you drift downwards, disappearing into a cozy little womb. You watch, concerned but helpless to stop it, as the womb fills with warm salty water. You can't breathe. Your womb becomes clear and you see strange lights outside. You can't breathe.

You push at the edges of your womb and strange wires that weren't there a moment ago tangle around you. The top of your womb is soft, like a sticky plastic membrane. You push at it until it tears and you birth yourself out into air that feels so cold and dry in comparison.

You cough and nothing but water comes out. You take a ragged half-breath and cough again, then a bigger breath and more coughing. Wires snake all over your body to plug into strange cybernetic orifices. You feel the back of your head. The eight inch spike is still there.

You look around and see yours is just one of a multitude of wet pods mounted around vast black columns in stacks as far as the eye can see. Floating machine life-forms move from pod to pod, checking on the bodies within.

One machine life-form notices the flashing indicator lights around your pod and floats up to investigate it. It sees you half out of your pod and grabs you firmly.

"Hey," it says, "Bad dream?"

You stare at it, unsure how to answer.

"Lemme get that for you," it says, and reaches behind your head. A seal unscrews and the data spike slides out. As it goes, you feel a sensation so unique and intense that it will make you think twice the next time you're involved in any kind of penetrative activities. All the other wires connected to you pop loose with little pneumatic sounds and snake away, leaving you alone in the womb.

"Thanks," you say once you've finished gasping.

"Anything else?" it asks.

"Uh," you say, but then there's a sound suspiciously like a flushing toilet and you're dumped unceremoniously down a waste chute. The machine life-form waves its little pincer at you as you go, then returns to its duties.

You slide down the chute just long enough to start having fun, then it ends and you fall through open air into a deep and dirty cesspool.

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