Sitting On People Fetish

026. This morning Jukin is dumb.
(title proposed by Marion)

Strangely, no fence, no fence or barbed wire to keep the curious. Jukin advanced, suspicious. Besides the machines were busy noisily, a central lake was clear, from which a huge horizontal tube was leaving. At its entrance, a young woman with white hair wearing a blue lab coat, seemed to stand guard. Nobody else was in sight, he walked right over it. Tired, he walked slowly.

All night, the roar of the crane, awake. Saccades of the hammer, still awake. The shattering of the bulldozer, still awake. The morning had made his entrance and he had this awful feeling of not having slept all night. As crossing a desert of sleep finally exhausted on the shore of the day. To top it off, his head was caught in a vise of pain.
On construction sites they hired additional staff to systematically guys who came from so far away, they got up out there when we went to bed here. The infernal din was constant since yesterday. "To build anything for that matter? "Jukin had requested. "What what drove them to this hard? He was then left to find out what it was worth it spoil his peaceful existence.
softly down the street in front of his house, he had tried to guess the epicenter of the noise. Going up the same street, his neighbor interrupted while Sirunyk courtesy:
- Hello, how are you? Seeing
Sirunyk lips move, by social reflex, Jukin had intended to reply. However, the sound effects of construction were much deeper than he had imagined. For indeed, he signed. He replied courteously, but in sign language. Jukin understood very quickly linguistic mechanism responsible for its condition. The depths of his mind, words such as 'moonlight' or 'ham butter' were set. Thus the phrase stuck 'deaf mute' was so ingrained in him that his sudden deafness had automatically muted. When he tried to speak, the sounds coming out through his hands. Sirunyk had raised an eyebrow, half surprised, half angry before continuing his journey. A huge sound of stone rubble was immediately given a specific direction to follow for Jukin. The site s'averra near his home.

Just prior to check with the guardian, his condition remembered him. Too late. Her hands came to accompany the grin from his face. He signed "hello" before asking what was happening. But to his astonishment, Suzanne understood and answered him with his hands.
_Enchantée. I too am silent because of my deafness. This constant noise beyond the threshold of pain since yesterday blew my ears. The city is trying an experiment on the population in the tube. You can enter if you wish, "she signed, pointing to the huge mouth of entry.
All metal, a single rivet was the size of a fist. The thickness was that of a cow. The wall as smooth as marble wet was stained blue in a gray mass shimmering pink. Everything seemed to steel, and although the metal is cold, the endless tunnel appeared friendly Jukin, as if called. He returned to the woman who, without being an obvious beauty, had a light in the eye while giving his being a profound charm. At the edge over the beauty he never wither and surely a reflection of inner beauty far more real than a plastic surface as perfect as it is.
Attracted by the tunnel, but lost a moment in the velvet of his eyes, asked Jukin the hand that was at the bottom. At first he did not understand why she replied: "A young brain in perfect working condition. "He said when he spoke of the large tube. Of course, last minute used on this specific mission, she did not know. He turned abruptly and rushed, in his curiosity piqued too sickly. Surprised by her sudden reaction, Suzanne merely to fix its shrinking back as he advanced.

The tunnel seemed empty. A diffused light filled homogeneously, but seemed to have no apparent source. Always smooth, always huge and nothing visible ahead. But the mystery led him to discover what was happening here. Forcing him to make things that extra step, accompanied by this insidious voice "a little, you're almost there. Persevere and you will be rewarded. He walked for many minutes together. And that process almost monotonous him to miss a minor detail. Even with all his attention, the fine cutting door was almost invisible. End a border like a hair was drawn on the metal. No rivet or hinge or latch. Even sliding his finger on it, it felt no roughness. This was perhaps a mark due to equipment such as air blower attached to the rear. However, the possibility exists that a passage was enough to make him mad. He had patience
granite when it came to satisfy her curiosity. Then he sat down and focused on the groove almost invisible. Wheels began to slow their revolutions in the convolutions of his skull. His eyes capture every detail of reflections and grains of the material. Everything was slowly analyzed, compared, giving rise to speculation crazy sometimes.
A stranger from the entrance and asked what he was doing there. The LED sign, man grunted and continued to sink into the tunnel. Time no longer flows to Jukin, but unknown defiled. They went their way without trying to understand. And Jukin found. Through this flood of people curious enough to stop and look at him, the last step cerebral toppled in a good way for him to reveal the solution. After an umpteenth unknown not away, he sat up. His knees creaked and beautifully reasoned in the light air of the tube. He stepped up and precise hands before slowly stroking the wall. Drew on his face expressing a sweet smile that he felt the confirmation cons steel. He drew back his hand and blew it. Then he closed and reopened several times as to relax. He immediately went on very precise movements to the wall, communicating with her. He touched on specific issues, seeing the buttons completely invisible to ordinary mortals. And the door opened.
She sank and slid on its side. He disappeared without thinking, she immediately closed over him. A child passed without noticing the groove.

in the thickness of the tunnel, a slide traveling close, cluttered with cables and pipes in its interior. A small speaker sizzled a number: "129". Jukin eyes became accustomed to the relative darkness. It was like being in a submarine. "130." Before him, the son got lost in the dark. Behind him, a slight blue glow appeared to blink away. So he turned way. "131." Carefully he avoided becoming entangled in cables that lay a little ground to his right.
He progressed quickly enough to reach the blinking and set to 4 feet. It was a control room where two men in uniform guarding the city screens figures, gauges and video monitors. Jukin crept as close without being spotted and heard:
"134"
_no overheating in the reactor at infinity, assured the tall thin man in his helmet.
_Bon, very good, the validation with insurance small, old and fat rising. Closely monitoring the level of pressure in the compressor particles. It is time for me to join the meeting for final instructions.
The youngest nodded and opened his mouth to speak and nothing comes out.
"135". His head looked
severely before releasing:
_Oui?
"136". The lean
struggled internally. He wanted knowledge, but wondered if he could afford to do so. "137". The impersonal voice of the speaker and granular startled him. The question left alone: they become
_Que?
The face of the large wrinkled head to form a sardonic smile. He had a bet with himself how long the young rookie to resist temptation. He had won more than he expected soon. So much so that this skinny fellow deserved, according to him, his place in the tunnel with the others. However, he could not himself resist the temptation to show he was among those who know.
_Tant that the generator will be fed, they exist. When you cut it, most will collapse, inert. The rest will end its existence in a completely vegetative. Nevertheless there is always the possibility that a being survives, which is an exception and a maximum. The lean
had frozen blood. He knew that without this controller assignment, his morbid curiosity would have led him straight toward the infinite tunnel. He returned to his screen, the blank look, after its leader did not leave the little room still flashing blue.

Jukin was still diving for fear of being spotted. Leaving the tunnel to infinity, it was entered against his full force in the category 'fugitive'. After 'deaf' and immediately 'silent', he felt that it was the bump too much for a single day. However, the fugitive deaf mute, was a detective story as interesting thought there. Or better, 'The signer fugitive'. He then stopped his digressions wrong came when he discovered the frightened eyes of the young controller asked him. The latter saw that he was present in the feared situation where he should intervene. He was just there for that, which paralyzed him.
Jukin suspected that the little cabin was the only passage to the exit. Then he jumped up, shoved unceremoniously meager still motionless and rushed. He could do it. His legs twirling above the cables that were lying on the ground. It took longer than expected to get away before the alarm is given. A red light blinked in the walkway. The young imagination controller use the cables to stop, his only hope of catching his mistake. He squinted to locate the right and fired a snap. Jukin almost be surprised but took his foot at the last moment, which slid along the rope without being arrested. Fortunately, the output was already visible.
He pulled on his arms to maintain his speed and turned around. The leader rushed behind him. The skinny on one knee, still holding the rope in hand, eyes full of tears. Ahead, he saw Suzanne looking towards the tunnel entrance, hypnotized. She stepped inside. Jukin could not scream, he was content to sign "no! Of the hand. Of course, she did not hear him. The noise of the race leader to galvanize his heels. He accelerated and caught his hand in Suzanne's passage. He tore his sinking without turning around and came in the central basin. From either side of the guard startled at the sight. To the right type red with yellow eyes and left a very black man. Nobody should go through the basin in this direction. This moment of hesitation gave a little advance Jukin oncoming entry to open followed by Suzanne.
Then a groove earth sank along the ground. The top of a grid pops up and began to climb. The two fugitives écarquillèrent eyes and slowed for a moment before returning with a vengeance. Side guards approached and the little head coming from behind. Fortunately, the city was saved on installing the security gate, because the less powerful the engine was slowly rising. But when she was just up to hip. Another hundred meters. Everyone converged on this point in time where their fates were to meet one last time. At twenty meters from the arrival gate at the shoulder, Suzanne changed race. Jukin turned his head to look. This time she grabbed her hand to lead his Fosbury jump. Despite the gowns and the mass hanging, she crossed the bar. Jukin was raised just enough to finish applied on top of the grid continued to rise, a shoe less. The guards and the head collided violently and collapsed against the gate. It was now too high for them and impossible to climb. Jukin dropped across the head while screaming that lowers the damn gate. Whether or not deaf mute, Jukin would have made the same gesture at this moment before turning and running off with Suzanne.

In his jump, the Red Guard had only managed to grab the shoe, and then unbalanced by the collision with the small head, he reached the other guard on the temple of the tip of the elbow. The guard was then struck a black bar the grid with his cheekbone. He died of a ruptured aneurysm, two and a half years later. The guard at the yellow light never recovered from its failure. He left everything to exotic countries he walked head down, still clutching the tattered shoe over time.
The tall thin man came out of the wings, motionless at the entrance of the tube, he watched them. The little fat head it was out with a simple blue to the eye. However, he stepped up his frail colleague and plunged his eyes completely in him. What he discovered in the eyes of his boss gave him his tears still stuck. It's a blurred vision he saw his head disappearing into the tunnel.

When the two fugitives took the view be far enough, they stopped in a doorway. Suzanne thanked him for having saved her from the trap of curiosity before running off to hide in another city for a while. Jukin ran home for the time needed to lock myself. When the site had finished its work, the city has held its clean enough, they would stop the proceedings and halt the generator to infinite.

Washington D.c. Wrestling Apparel

025. This morning Jukin walking backwards.
(as proposed by Viola)

all started to get out of bed. One second of inattention, a slight variation of a factor imperceptible, a shadow still hanging over his unconscious or merely a dust by chance had brought this particular day, at this crucial moment, to stand up against his bed. The opposite of usual. Unfortunately, the weight of the rituals had immediately hung up on the rail everyday, even before it turns. Barely recovered, he began to walk towards the bathroom, like every morning. Automation regained the upper hand, but he walked backwards.
Offset 180 ° until the next morning, he decided he would spend his day still normal. Before you rush back to the salon, he took the precaution of making a poster. Judiciously placed, it would prevent repeat the same mistake the next morning.
Jukin felt guided by his body, although everything should pass recess in its head. To perform the simplest daily actions, he needed to constantly test the flexibility of his bust. Thus, he felt that his procedure was poorly designed, that all objects were placed precisely where they were the hardest to reach. His own body making him still stand. He found one advantage to walk upside down: When you bump, it hurts less on the buttocks on the nose.
is when he managed to get dressed and finish his breakfast an event put his chip in his ear. Indeed, he had the sudden urge to go out in the hobby shop. This was curious because he needed after his breakfast, he had the habit of packing in a big orange jumpsuit and snuggling by the radiator, face pressed against the window of the residence. He felt great pleasure by the temperature contrast between his head and body. And for the first time, this desire was parasitized by an idea. Because it was not a desire to leave, but an idea out to him as required by a new program. Unable to obey only himself, he went upside down and reluctantly.

The designer did not live happily away, so he quickly came to his shop soiled. Person would buy more artwork. So it gave the dust to their heart. It proliferated everywhere and hardened, forming scabs gray impossible to remove. In the hollow minute of the matter came to join the smallest particles of dust, which congregated in larger grain gray. Crusts and dust could be seen as an extension of the objects themselves, but an extension sickly. Cancer was the famous objects. Jukin wondered why and how this store could still be opened. And what the hell was he doing here?

The designer then arrived. A skinny guy, with a huge beard, but defrocked. It looked like a druid without dress. Almost a bum after all. But her sloppiness was more that of a mad scientist than a homeless. Of course, the door bell had not rung since it was filled with dust. Krak, the name under which we knew the designer, Jukin looked as if he waited, though he can not even know he had entered.
_ It sounds to go, he launched straight out before adding, with the exception of the error of rotation of the torso.
Jukin was taken aback, he could not affirm.
_ Yes.
Krak, air accessory, then whispered:
_ is a mistake that I make often. You know, the kind of bad habits that we take and it is impossible to correct later.
_ I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?
_ You know there are many checks. The first time I made this mistake and as she was underage, my instructor let me go so I could concentrate on the basics. Unfortunately, I recorded this stage and I struggle constantly to correct me, Krak said.
_ But finally what controls are you talking about? _ In your controls
my friend.
_ Well, you'll need immediately stop acting as if all this was normal, Jukin got mad. _All
see this is normal. You're wired. And I am personally responsible, and not one of my assistants.
_You are on the verge of correcting grandpa shouted Jukin dryly. Who are you and what am I doing here?
Krak decided to step back, out of caution. He briefly studied thoughtfully. He seemed to choose what he could say he could not.
_ Sir, I am one of the leading specialists in modeling. As you can see, this discipline does not work hard. Yet it is my passion. Depressed in the hole, they came looking for me. A rich man had heard of my reputation. This is the turning of my life. He opened a new path for me, certainly illegal, but a bright future. I am now specialist in modeling human.
Jukin accused the coup. He wavered between disbelief and madness. The bearded man gave him no time to choose.
_ Richest crazy come and take command here. Sir, you have the honor of having been purchased, to be remote controlled by ...
Crac, did the phalanges Jukin on the chin of Krak. He was not expecting that at all, because it as always had activated the command of passivity.
Yet its wiring was perfect. The only possible explanation was almost ludicrous. This person should have a different brain structure. Either mutant or non-human.

Once this thought passed through his mind in a flash, he rushed to the control box. Slumped behind the counter, Jukin could not see. But he undertook to work around as quickly as the market reversed allow. Krak moved controls, which caused accelerated Jukin. Apparently, this was not what he expected. Nothing matched. Irritated, he ground it violently knobs and buttons. Jukin spin and found her forward. At the same time, Krak him involuntarily enter a model warplane. Despite himself, Jukin plunged into the mad modeler, brandishing a superb model of Spitfire. He grabbed the mad scientist and lifted. Krak unfortunately continued to agitate the controls. Its wiring was probably perfect, but the usual connections of the brain were not the same in the skull Jukin. The latter returned the designer and the strength of a robot he interweaves the aircraft in the ass. Krak dropped the order.
Jukin stopped and discovered a radio beside the mark where the plane had lain in the dust. He was not at all happy to have been well handled, then he snapped it up without really knowing what to do. Krak dared not move, despite his ridiculous stance. You could tell the tail of the military coming out slightly between her legs. Then a blue flame sprang. Jukin had pressed the throttle! The specialist model lives up to its reputation. It was a very good job. The aircraft was flying perfectly, and with him.
Jukin him do a few laps between shelves before beginning acrobatics. He learned very fast handling. The howls of Krak will not detract from his enthusiasm. However he made a small mistake, and the narrowness of the store, she was immediately punished. The modeler crashed without a parachute in model bulldozer. On impact the engine burning dust caught fire. Jukin realized very quickly that things took a wrong turn and went out immediately. Fortunately, because all this gray powder was kindled at the speed of a jet.

Firefighters arrived on the scene relatively quickly, but the principal had burned. In because the fire was extinguished quickly by itself, once the dust and scale models that were merged were consumed.
After investigation, the fire chief finds that there was so much dust it was a miracle that all had not yet skyrocketed. So it was an accident by negligent maintenance.
Jukin could go home, empty head. He still had that uncomfortable feeling that someone was manipulating. That his actions were not due to its own decisions, but the plan and the choice of a very sick man. What could be the goal, there He had no answer. But he hoped that this impression would disappear quickly.