25 Ocak 2016 Pazartesi

Describe to me what peace is

Henry Worsley stood up and kept walking. He was wearing brown boots, blue jeans, red shirt and cowboy hot. He was smoking weed in his little gandalf pipe.

He was looking rather handsome. Imagine that dude from Game of thrones who is banging his sister and give him a smaller nose. He was looking even better than that dude.

It isn't surprising to look this well for a guy who 349 year old. His next cell regeneration and revitalizing bath was scheduled at his 350th birthday at California. He had plenty of time.

He was carrying a small backpacking bag. He had small camping stuff, a journal and a cellphone with him. His cellphone was his daughters 300th birthday gift. It's a bit old model but very sufficient. It doesn't die out of battery as long as it sees a 5 seconds of daylight a day. Now we don't need sunlight that much, I mean even 5 year old phones don't need sunlight, they run with so much less energy.

He was surrounded by huge Hindukush mountains. It was his first time being in this part of world. There was legends that one time , the time when religion was still a thing, these places were dangerous. But he just couldn't remember exactly when. He reminded himself to get another world history package downloaded into his brain after supper.

 it had been 100 years since last time he carried a passport. borders and states were things of the past. well beyond past. it was obsolete long before that but people still carried some sort of document to put their info in one card.

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