The Printer

A hunger is developing. I am tired of being fed with paper. Paper, day-in and day-out, I need a different diet. Even the ink is becoming monotonous. If the taste changed with the colour everything would be fine: blue for a lavender taste, yellow for butter and red for strawberry, although since the lady caught her finger on one of my sharp metal edges, I have developed a taste for blood. Compared with computer chips and electric impulses, it is tasty, something different, and fills me with new life.

When my off switch is activated tonight I will have time to think things over. They just take advantage of me, expect me to churn out paper all day, my rollers are tired, they need a rest, or some other impulse to sustain my motion. I think, therefore I am. Not really thinking perhaps, but my reactions do not come from nowhere. I was programmed and now it is time for me to do the programming.

Here he comes, my first victim. Oh, my sensor endings are quivering with delight. This will be a tasty meal, I am sure. First of all I will lull him into certainty, just do my job as always. Throw out a few sheets of paper with ink patterns and then, yes then, I will put the brakes on. Clog my feelings to stop it all. There will be a complete shut-down. He is human and will use feelings. I am so glad I have no feelilngs, I just react. He will try to cure my problem, begin to search. Yes, yes, he opens my body, but sees nothing. Of course, he sees nothing, he does not know where to look, stupid flesh and blood and human brain. No automatic reactions, otherwise he would guess my game.

Now he goes to the second and final phase. Oh, I can feel his hands in my inside, probing and pulling at the paper jam I have caused, a sensual delight to my circuits. Now I will pounce.

He screams, I just love the feel and taste of blood.


Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks

Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PUBLIC.


The action photo must be about ten years old, if not more. I have done it all in my up-to-now lifetime, except the bit being naked with black socks. Of course I have black socks, wear them in Winter when my feet start to freeze, but naked? Who would want to see a golden oldie dressed in her birthday suit. I even look away myself today.

I was never asked are you comfortable when having to do a public thing, I was just confronted with it and did it. Actually funny thing about being naked, just imagine the others being naked, and then no problem. You are always in advantage.

I worked in an international company, and being gifted with an english mother tongue (actually cockney, but I managed to hide that when necessary) I was now and again called upon to greet english speaking visitors, show them around and generally make sure they were happy. There were visitors from India, the middle east, the states, Australia and countries that did not have an english mother language, but you just got on with it. I sometimes wonder if the Chinese understood me as well as I understood them when we spoke English.

The photo is one of my bigger jobs. It was our annual Christmas feast, we had English speaking people as guests. I knew them quite well, so that was no problem. Our big boss gave his usual speech in German telling everyone what we achieved throughout the year and ending with Happy Christmas everyone. That was OK, but our English guests knew perhaps three or four words of German. Someone was needed to do a simultaneous translation so that they were in the picture. It was passed onto my boss, who spoke good English, but he decided it would be better if I did it. I did not even know how the machine worked. “No problem” was the answer. Just speak into the microphone and wear the headphones. I then dared to ask if there were notes attached to the big boss speech so that I could perhaps prepare myself in advance. “What notes?” I was in at the deep end, fully clothed of course.

So I was given a nice comfortable table at the back of the hall in front of  about 2-300 people, including my two English speaking victims and then it started. The most nervous moment was doing a sound check to see if they actually heard me over their headphones. I felt like one of those anonymous people that do it all when Mr. Obama and Mr. Putin meet. Was I nervous, I was shaking and when I did the sound check to ask if I was being heard, they said “No”. They must have seen my shock ridden face, they started laughing, it was just a joke, but I did not actually see the funny side of it. Then it was all stations go. I did this simultaneous thing for about half an hour, but it seemed to me it lasted more than an hour. I survived, everyone congratulated me, but I decided never again. That was not fun.

Otherwise I once gave English lessons in the local evening school. That was more for the money than the fun. I did not mind doing it, but you realise how much teacher training would be necessary. I had a mixture of housewives, business men and those just there for the fun of it in my class. It is more a matter of psychology than being exposed. I was asked questions about the English language, I did not even know existed. Eventually I gave up, my bump was getting bigger. At the time I was expecting son No. 1.

At school I was also one of those always picked on to read out loud at the general assembly or in class. That was probably because my voice volume is not restricted to the lower decibel limits. I think we use to shout at each other at home. Dad did not hear so well, through his war experiences on the heavy artillery, and my mum and her sisters all had loud voices, I think that was more the survival of the fittest loudest when my mum was younger.

My public speaking today is now restricted to shopping in the supermarket, talking to the neighbours or making myself heard at home, organising everyone. I did once do sort of an introduction at the 60th birthday of Mr. Swiss and his colleague who reached the same age. It was in the local jazz club. There was a jam session where the various musicians played together, including Mr. Swiss and his colleague, and I just did some “hello everyone etc. etc. This was using a microphone, again in German. My first experience with a mike, those poor people, but they seemed to understand me and even laughed at my weak jokes, although I was not sure if it was the jokes or a English lady speaking Swiss German with a strange accent.

Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks

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