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When the machinery starts roaring like a demon of steel, Marie has to clench her ass so hard that not even her magic would be able to trespass it. Absurd thoughts flood her head about what this factory is all about- and the possibility of herself being raw materials for it.
However, once it gets going, once a single product starts being built and dragged across the assembly line, she finds herself enthralled and it all quickly becomes fascinating. A brilliant liquid is poured into the mold below, which is then routed to an electric oven, then through the claws, then, then...
then the product is made.
๑ Marie: Is that- No, is that-
She squints her eyes. Then frowns. Then sniggers.
๑ Marie: -is that a motherfucking dildo?
Mysterious Man: It is an artificial phallus, yes.
Marie's little grin is quickly beaten down into a scowl.
๑ Marie: Look you creepy-ass cracker-ass motherfucker, are you trying to tell me something?!
The man scoffs as loudly and with derision, with what a certain elegant flair.
Mysterious Man: How quaint of you to assume I'd lack resources in the pursuit of perfection. I have no need for your assistance.
He grabs the dildo like it was a rose, studying it carefully.
Mysterious Man: Alas; it is a failed product. Good enough for the market, not good enough to steer humanity in the right direction.
๑ Marie: With a DILDO?
The mysterious shirtless man presses a button on the magnificent looking dildo: a soothing voice comes out of it.
Magnificent dildo: "Despite your shortfalls, your essence will forever be perfect."
๑ Marie: what
Magnificent dildo: "Your kindness matters. It reaches farther than you can imagine."
๑ Marie: what
Magnificent dildo: "You already are beautiful."
Dumbfounded to the very perfect essence of her being, Marie can't even formulate a coherent answer to address this situation with.
Mysterious Man: It is my knowledge that binds me; my knowledge that perfection must also involve feelings! Functionality, aesthetics, accessibility; yet optimized, in the end, those agents are but the driving force for something bigger. Something- I can't find. Thus I remain stuck in my pursuit of perfection until I understand how feelings work.
He throws the dildo at Marie, who catches it without thinking.
Mysterious Man: A failed product for a failed intrusion. Now leave me.
Marie looks at the dildo she's holding, with a mix of disgust and a newfound, tingling admiration at the clear craftsmanship.
๑ Marie: Um... Mr? Mr. Dildoman? I don't understand. I mean, you got THAT kinda money already. Just close shop. Get a yacht or something, Jesus!
The man, naked from the torso up, dirty, with bags under his eyes, infested with a spiky neckbeard and hair on his chest, looks at Marie with a special brand of mercy.
Mysterious Man: I will not live my life wasting sacred time that could be spent in the pursuit of perfection. Sweat is what feeds the roots of dreams; not regret.
>Dude what the fuck
