"You took MetalCrack again." Colby sat up on the bed and pointed to the metal computer connector over Skylar's solar plexus. Skylar hid the metal with his hands and avoided eye contact.
"No I didn't. This connector's an artifact, a dream."
"Dream my ass, Sky. Connectors mean active nanomachines." He pulled Skylar's hand away from the connector. "You found a junky with a rig and spent the night racing cops again. Didn't you?" Skylar mumbled, began to invent a lie. He looked into Colby's eyes and sat next to Colby. He slumped over, too tired to argue.
"I couldn't stop myself. Bit-Boy rigged up a little tiny dirt bike out in the desert. No roads. No cops to chase me down. Nothin' but trails an' sand."
"Cops aren't the only danger. Spending hours wired up while nanomachines convert your nerves to metal is dangerous. We know how MetalCrank addiction ends; the driver crashes and dies." Colby held Skylar's head to his chest.
“You’re over-reacting. It’s just computers.” Skylar coughed. “This stuff’s been around for years; I can ha ha ha ha ha handle it.”
“What?” Colby pushed his friend away. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I’m fi fi fi fi fi fi fine.”
“You didn’t? Skylar, you idiot, tell me you didn’t--”
Skylar coughed again; his face went blank and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Jesus, Skylar! I’ve seen this before! I-- You--”
Skylar belched loudly. His lips turned bright blue and he keeled over backwards, dead.
“You idiot.” Colby shook his head. “I can’t believe you used MentalCrank for Windows.”
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: anon.