Colonel Sanders' secret

This is called 'fast food'. Not only it is fast, but it also has secrets. It is an original recipe, instantly recognizable, which was never revealed to the public. If it should ever become public, the whole business would probably collapse.

And so it should.

On one of his latest adventures, The Guy Who Occasionally Eats At Or From A Fast Food Restaurant - who will be referred to as simply The Guy - bought for himself a nice chicken-based fast food menu. It was the one which is very spicy and crispy. This menu consists of two chicken wings, two chicken breasts, fries and something to drink. The Guy used to think that this was the best of fast food types, because chicken was supposed to be healthier than burgers made out of bovine remains.

The Guy was proven to be wrong.

Of course, he heard the rumors and he knew about some documentaries about how this restaurant-corporation was preparing his food. He had mixed thoughts about these accusations; he was stuck somewhere between 'not giving a fuck' and thinking that the rumors were exaggerated. Until he realized the truth behind the masquerade. The secret of the recipe was not the most important thing to know about the food.

'The rumors must be true!', thought The Guy.

Even though it's chicken, this is still meat we're talking about. It's supposed to be fiber-ish and tough. But not when you eat from the Colonel. It's so tenderized, that it almost feels like a paste and not actual meat. And then, think about the rumors about how they make it so tender. There is a more accurate term to describe the way this meat is 'processed': bruising.

One of The Guy's chicken wings was so 'well made', that the bone of the wing was snapped almost from the middle. 

Why would it be snapped?

Blonde lady in a suit

I see blue eyes and blonde hair. A small suit covering a small body.
The look on her face is both strong and kind.

They say Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I've been in love and out of it when our eyes met, just for a second. This flash of love was enough even if we've never even met.

By the time I've finished my meal, we've flashed for a couple more times and then I was gone. She was the lady that cleans up the tables at Cotroceni Mall.

Blonde lady in a suit...

Life of Pedro

Part 2

It seemed like he had no choice, but this solution was his idea from the beginning. Feeding was an option for Pedro. The babies didn't even have teeth yet. Without a woman to nurse their hungry mouths, there was only one possible way to feed them.

He remembered that time when he was very young and he'd tried to feed the doll-girl. That event shook him up, because he was feeling shame but what was dazzling to him was the question.

- Why do I feel ashamed?

It was now that he realized the truth. It was nothing to be ashamed of.
- Even scientists agreed, he remembered. Or at least that was the thing he memorized from the documentary he once saw at TV.

Life of Pedro

Part 1

His greatest pleasure of them all was the mental torture he was putting himself through every time he was doing it. Sex was only physical before that, while now his mind was having sex as well. It's the best thing that had happened to him ever. Humankind had fulfilled his dreams and desires by dieing.

All that remained of humanity was Pedro and two babies. Not a pretty picture. For Pedro, chance had finally died and, as any man who sees himself cornered by certainty, he thought of the most important thing he could do for himself and for the babies. Feeding.

The Old must pay

It first started with the oldest folk. Those who were past their eighties and still holding on to their riches in vein had to be struck down. People at the countryside with vast terrains of old agricultural importance had to be struck down. Eventually, the world got younger and almost free. No more old beliefs and old prejudices could divide us anymore. Racism, stereotyping, greed and all the other types of hatred disappeared and the Earth was free at last. The youth embraced those differences and explored them, rather than hating them.

Money are gone.

Firms are gone.

Corporations are gone.

Poverty is gone.

War is gone.

Pollution is gone.

Petrol is gone.

The Old is gone.

We are free, at last!