M. T. Anderson by Feed Read Free Book Online

class, the supple upholstery and ergonomically designed dash will —
    They slapped me on the back. I laughed, and the doctor and I did these big grins. I went back out into the other room, and we were all starting to feel it now. We were all starting to feel it good —
    . . . name is Terry Ponk, and I’d like to tell you about upper-body strength . . .
    And the feed was pouring in on us now, all of it, all of the feednet, and we could feel all of our favorites, and there were our files, and our m-chatlines. It came down on us like water. It came down like frickin’ spring rains, and we were dancing in it.
    . . . Celebrate fun. Celebrate friends. You’ve just come through something difficult, and this is the time for a table full of love and friendship and the exciting entrees you can only find at . . .
    We were dancing in it like rain, and we couldn’t stop laughing, and we were running our hands across our bodies, feeling them again, and I saw Violet almost hysterical with laughter, rubbing her cheeks, and pulling her hands down across her breasts, her chin up in the air.
    . . . big bro? Big bro, you there? Mom says I should . . .
    . . . until one crazy day when this cranky old woman and this sick little boy meet a coy-dog with a heart of gold — and they all learn an important lesson about love. The NYT called it . . .
    . . . hits a grounder to the mound . . .
    . . . In other news, protests continued today against the American annexation of the moon. Several South American countries including Brazil and Argentina have submitted requests to join the Global Alliance in response. President Trumbull spoke from the White House. “What we have today, with the things that are happening in today’s society, is . . .”
    She held my hand — we found each other’s hands through the like, the waterfall, and —
    . . . If you liked “I’ll Sex You In,” you’ll love these other popular slump-rock epics by hot new storm ’n’ chunder band Beefquake, full of riffs that . . .
    . . . We handpicked our spring fashions . . . and holding hands, we danced.
    . . . Hardgore,
the best feed-sim battle game ever to rip up the horizon. Sixty levels of detonation and viscera just waiting to fly at your command, Captain Bastard. If you don’t feel slogging waist-deep within fifteen seconds, we’ll eat our fucking hats . . .
    . . . In your absence, you may not have heard . . .
Hand in hand, we danced.



Things were back to normal real quick. We went back to Earth, and we all rested up, and our moms brought us ginger ale in bed. We chatted all the time on the feeds and shared music and shit. We had this major debate going on because we watched the
Oh? Wow! Thing!
and there was this part where Organelle asked Jackie whether she had meg hips and he was like, “Since you ask, we both could work out more,” and she was like, “You shithead, you should’ve lied,” and so all the guys were saying,
no way, if she asked him this complete question he should answer it,
and the girls were like,
if you ever insult how I look then you’re completely shallow,
and we were like,
but she asked,
and they were like,
omigod, you don’t get it,
and Link said if they really didn’t want to know how they looked, then how come they asked so much, and then I said this thing, and Calista said this thing, and it was like,
da da da da da, da da da da da, da da da da da,
all day. It was kind of fun. I like debates where you argue about different points of view.
    My family, they were coming and going. I saw them on the landings, or sometimes, when I went down to the kitchen, behind the counters. My dad didn’t really talk to me except to walk up and check to see if I had a fever, which I didn’t, because it was a software problem. My mother was always holding on to my brother, Smell Factor, like squeezing him like a doll. She was real busy with him and she went to peewee league games for him and even took him to work with her sometimes. When she wasn’t