I feel small, she thought as she instinctively rubbed her hind legs together.

What is that horrendous sound. I can’t processes sequentially.

She stopped rubbing her legs.

Oh! I’m the one making that atrocious sound.

She lifted up her front legs and saw, long skinny, brownish orange colored appendages with what looked like barbs jutting out from each of them.

What the ferk is going on.

Mainly out of panic, and because she had no sense of direction or idea where she was, she scurried a little bit across what she had come to understand was concrete, due to the fact that it was grey and porous.

But it seemed to go on for eternity….

“Oh my god, Joel, ferking kill it, I hate crickets.” She heard coming from somewhere lightyears above her.

Before she had time to process what had just happened.

‘Splat.’

Anna Iris finished processing the last bits of code and slowly returned all systems to full functionality.

“Remind me to never become a bug.” She told Jon.

“Umm noted, no being a bug, I don’t know how you would achieve that. I guess you could upload yourself into one of the robotic bees that pollinate the plants. But I’ll make sure to never put you in a position where you have to do that.”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” Anna said trying to locate the horrendous chirping sound, playing on a loop, in a hidden open tap, in a sea of browser windows.

I release a new book every month about one of Jon’s full adventures. You’ll also be able to buy them on amazon at full price if you prefer them there. But other perks come with a subscription like the opportunity to name characters and be apart of my writing process.