QBN fiction
Out of context: Reply #142
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Years pass. The seasons turn—Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter. And back again. QBN grows old, gray, dies of old age. Their kids die of old age. Their grandkids die of old age.
Then, suddenly, one day in the halls of an agency no-one would have even imagined years and years ago... a janitor swears he sees a walking upright nervous system, wandering the halls at night.
Then a week later, the office manager swears she sees a skeleton looking out an office window.
A copywriter drops his coffee when he sees a jumble of organs operating the holo-copy machine.
A month passes when suddenly, there is a brilliant blue light in the main conference room and Cannonball1978 appears, naked and blue in the middle of the Virgin Galactic pitch meeting, wagging schlong and all.
"I have... returned..."