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That's how it happened: I was browsing my mind for a topic for the new Red Fish Page, while walking the huge corridors of the Stingray Spacebase, and it was getting hot. It's always hot at that part of the SRSB, because it's very close to the engines - and that's some engines we're talking about! So I did what every person in his clear mind would have done: I bought myself a can of coke. Or rather tried to buy myself a can of coke, because the seller was giving me trouble. First, she wouldn't accept any of my coins, and just handed them back to me without a word. Then, after I finally forced her to take my money, she gave me a can of Pepsi, although I specifically asked for Coke. I started yelling at her, even kicking her, but I got no reaction from her, mainly, so I believe, because she was a machine. | |
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So, low headed and defeated, I sat down to drink my all too sweet Pepsi, and finally figured out the true reason for the existence of coke machines. And that led me to thinking about the complicated relationships between men and machines in general, and I completely forgot about the page topic. So, don't blame me, blame the stupid coke machine, but what we have here now is: | |
