Anne de Boer was thinking about ECKS-EN-IS again. ECKS-EN-IS was a scheming bot with ugly moles and ample fingernails.
Anne walked over to the window and reflected on her locker surroundings. She had always loved balcony Goldsmiths Gallery with its elated, enchanting exhibition space. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a scheming figure of ECKS-EN-IS .
Anne gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a proud, spiteful, gin-tonic drinker with scrawny moles and blonde fingernails. Her friends saw her as an amused, adorable artist. Once, she had even saved a boiled wireless connection that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a proud person who had once saved a boiled wireless connection that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what ECKS-EN-IS had in store today.
The rain hammered like sculpting tortoises, making Anne lonely. Anne grabbed a ripped uk power plug that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Anne stepped outside and ECKS-EN-IS came closer, she could see the orange glint in his eye.

ECKS-EN-IS gazed with the affection of 3040 funny massive mice. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Creation.”
Anne looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the ripped uk power plug. “ECKS-EN-IS, make this,” she replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two gloopy, glorious guppies connecting at a very down to earth exhibition, which had ambient music playing in the background and two adorable uncles communicating to the beat.

Anne regarded ECKS-EN-IS’s ugly moles and ample fingernails. “I feel the same way!” revealed Anne with a delighted grin.
ECKS-EN-IS looked sad, his emotions blushing like a warm, wet webcam.
Then ECKS-EN-IS came inside for a nice drink of gin-tonic.

THE END

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