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(Keith Olberman got fired, and I didn't know because I was too busy not giving a fuck. I didn't agree with most of the things he said, but he could make sense now and again. So last night, I turn my telly on MSNBC and I see Last Call---where the fuck is Keith? Found out sadly that Dan Abrams is a gutless girly man. After watching Don Imus' take on Rachel Madcow being a gutless sphincter, I giggled incredulously; because I didn't know Don Imus was on Fox News. Seems as if I"ll be watching more Fox News than not (probably ten minutes instead of the usual five minutes). I've missed Imus in the morning and Morning Joe isn't nearly as satisfying; nappy headed dykes aside.)
(I've found a lovely website that boldly promotes poop in porn. Scenes where guys that tap the asses of dames gets a shitty reward; which is the most honest thing I've seen on the net in a long time. Let's be real folks, if you're about to tap a woman's ass, shit will come out. Sure professionally, they ask the dames to douche out their ass cavity and hope they haven't had anything greasy the day before the shoot, and not have eaten anything after 5PM the previous day. Regardless of all their planning though, more often than not, shit will come out. But, nothing's perfect and shitty things do happen, that's why I like movies where they don't give a shit about the shit in anal scenes, and consider the poop to be the deus ex machina that makes the entire event even more awesome. I've seen porn bloopers where guys tap the asses of girls and get mad at the girl for getting shit on their dick, or for a bit of ass juice to pour out and funk up the room. In one outtake, the guy runs to the sink and vomits; what a fucking fag, what a maroon, what a nincompoop; HEY ASSHOLE, THAT AIN'T SHIT THAT'S A TROPHY OF YOUR AWESOMENESS OF HAVING FUCKED A GIRL IN THE ASS, BECAUSE ONLY FAGGOTS VOMIT AFTER GETTING A SHITTY REWARD DURING ANAL SEX!)

The 'Cloud Nebula of death like Purgatory' realizes that some unseen force is hampering its movements through the vessel. These invisible walls were virtually everywhere through out Destiny's hallways and air ducts, save for the places the smoke beast already visited. The Black Cloud Nebula Demon could in most cases force it's way through any barrier, but doing so would require a lot of power, and at the moment, it hadn't fed on any thing resembling power to sustain such a barrage. Curiously it thought of Sharks, and how they would wait until their prey was dead or near death, and found it interesting that it was capable of a similar act; the Nebula Cloud of Doom, decided it would play the waiting game, since, this wasn't the first time a moving object tried to subvert it's actions, and like all others, this vessel would eventually fail since the Nebula Beast had time on it's side. As it churned it's particulates and subsets, it tested the full efficiency of each node which dealt with a designated area of it's massive form. The mere bits it assimilated had began to help in designating and processing it's control of every aspect of it's body, a fact, that suddenly made the Nebula beast decide to leave the ship, since, the mere bits it recently acquired, were like nothing it had ever experienced, and just having them boxed in it's subspace virtual values, had enabled an uber proficiency in it's varied arrayed responsibilities, so much so that it exceeded previous parameters. It discovered that it's intellectual progression matrix was gradually growing in complexity: for the first time, the Ancient Shadow started feeling, and extrapolating thought processes. Among such emotions, the Nebula Beast started to feel anxious, and unsure of it's newly formed draden personifications: It was quickly becoming self involved, and loathed the other bit of fluff it had left behind; uncharacteristically, the Nebula Beast introspective persona inched closer to narcissism, than it's former instinctive inquisitive self---it even began to feel superior to the lesser it left behind. Loathing turned to abstract fear of what the other was doing, and what it was planning for it.
Just then in the distance it noticed a solitary person firing a crude weapon at it; a device that produced a marvelous stream of energy, which immediately fed the nebula beast, making the front bits of it giddy with pleasure, a near sensory overload of satisfaction. Which was unusual since previously, it only felt the sensation of a boundless desire to now and again pursuit much needed sustenance, and upon attaining it's desire of gaining a food source, it would feel satisfied. But it became flooded with a chemical phantom resonance of a substance it deduced was dopamine, but, it had no means of producing such chemicals or out-rightly feeling it's effects, but curiously, it was feeling the reward dopamine would usually give.
It began to 'remember' the person before it, and within it's stored subspace banks, the name of GREER was insinuated. Confusion began; it wanted the food source, and elements of it's particulates wanted to absorb Greer to add to it's sophisticated calculation matrix, but also, another part of it desired Greer sexually. It didn't understand the concept of sex, or desire beyond sustenance and assimilation, but in it's stored banks, a complex routine had began to give suggestions, which unnerved the creature that only dealt with mere bits through the eons that did their assigned task and remained docile otherwise. But this particular Mere Bit was different; it even exceeded the abilities of the other recent mere bits the Nebula Beast had taken.
"What the fuck are you?" said Greer, and the Nebula beast sensed terror and resolve emanating from the black master Sargent. It wanted to form words; for the first time in it's life, it felt the need to respond---or was it, the *Mere Bit who was quickly overriding it's basic functions of 'feed and assimilate', that wanted to respond. Was it this creature, wondered the Shadow cloud. Was it this rarest of assimilated components; the oddest of mere bits, this Rebeca Gleason that was confusing it's million year old instinctive self?
"O my Lord what is this thing before me?" says Greer disbelief and fear. The Nebula Beast sensed the aura of defeat radiating from the Master Sargent, and it started to feel compassion for the man. Compassion? From deep within the dense darkness comes a response, a voice, as clear as Greer's voice and undoubtedly feminine.
"It's me Rebeca Gleason, Sargent Greer, and I promise you, no harm will come to you or anyone else on board Destiny." The Nebula beast instinctively tried to disengage the affected Node which had already overridden many of it's functions, but was unable to. It had lost control over all it's integrated mere bit networks. And for the first time in it's existence, the Smoke Nebula Beast became terrified.


*Mere Bit: A sentient being; usually stored in a subspace box; once boxed, the Shadow Cloud Beast can assign these boxed sentient creatures task, which they can do individually or in an array.