mort3965 (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mort3965) wrote,@ 2006-12-05 22:32:00 |
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Skin Deep
Gary stared at his unusual visitor. At first glance, he just seemed like any other neatly groomed, self-possessed 30 year old guy. But, there was something bothering Gary deeply about this interloper. And it wasn't the fact he was working in Gary's garage.
It was his skin. It was absolutely blemish free. No moles at all. No warts, pimples, scars... nothing. An even skin-tone through out. Not even any dryness or wrinkles. Very eerie in its perfection.
Well, that would follow, Gary thought. If this guy truly was from the future as he claimed, then maybe they had wiped out all skin aliments with an array of futurisic creams, lotions, and ointments. Stuff we in the present could only dream of. Stuff that makes Neosporin look like the goddamn horse and cart.
Or maybe they didn't rely on fancy medicines exculsively. Maybe through evolution and genetic engineering it was possible to be born with perfect skin. And they could program tiny nanobots to roam thorough his blood stream searching out any sort of skin trouble like millions of microscopic roving dermotologists. Zap, there goes a clogged pore. Zap, there goes dryness. Warning! INGROWN HAIR NEAR LEFT SIDE OF THE NECK! ALL UNITS RESPOND!
Wow.
Gary tried not to stare further while his guest attemped to repair his damaged time-belt with the neighbor's decidely non-futurisitc tool set. Apparently his name was entirely unprononcible by Gary's primitive mouth so he called him "Bob."
Bob's hair was groomed in a perfectly managed buzz-cut too. They must use lasers, Gary mused. Bob's sideburns were triangular...which made Gary laugh and think "I guess, that's one thing that Star Trek got right about the future."
Another thing, Bob had a perfectly symetrical head. His nose pointed forward square and true. No odd parts in his hair. No eye higher than another. He kind of looked like a video game creation more than a real person. He even seemed to emit a glow. His lanky, sleek, muscular frame had not an ounce of fat on it and moved with the poise of a dancer and no wasted movement. Unbelieveable.
Still, Gary was not going to lend him 50 bucks. He wasn't quite convinced. Gary felt that Bob had better make some crazy future-shit with that "time-belt" happen first before any money would be shelled out.
Gary stared at his unusual visitor. At first glance, he just seemed like any other neatly groomed, self-possessed 30 year old guy. But, there was something bothering Gary deeply about this interloper. And it wasn't the fact he was working in Gary's garage.
It was his skin. It was absolutely blemish free. No moles at all. No warts, pimples, scars... nothing. An even skin-tone through out. Not even any dryness or wrinkles. Very eerie in its perfection.
Well, that would follow, Gary thought. If this guy truly was from the future as he claimed, then maybe they had wiped out all skin aliments with an array of futurisic creams, lotions, and ointments. Stuff we in the present could only dream of. Stuff that makes Neosporin look like the goddamn horse and cart.
Or maybe they didn't rely on fancy medicines exculsively. Maybe through evolution and genetic engineering it was possible to be born with perfect skin. And they could program tiny nanobots to roam thorough his blood stream searching out any sort of skin trouble like millions of microscopic roving dermotologists. Zap, there goes a clogged pore. Zap, there goes dryness. Warning! INGROWN HAIR NEAR LEFT SIDE OF THE NECK! ALL UNITS RESPOND!
Wow.
Gary tried not to stare further while his guest attemped to repair his damaged time-belt with the neighbor's decidely non-futurisitc tool set. Apparently his name was entirely unprononcible by Gary's primitive mouth so he called him "Bob."
Bob's hair was groomed in a perfectly managed buzz-cut too. They must use lasers, Gary mused. Bob's sideburns were triangular...which made Gary laugh and think "I guess, that's one thing that Star Trek got right about the future."
Another thing, Bob had a perfectly symetrical head. His nose pointed forward square and true. No odd parts in his hair. No eye higher than another. He kind of looked like a video game creation more than a real person. He even seemed to emit a glow. His lanky, sleek, muscular frame had not an ounce of fat on it and moved with the poise of a dancer and no wasted movement. Unbelieveable.
Still, Gary was not going to lend him 50 bucks. He wasn't quite convinced. Gary felt that Bob had better make some crazy future-shit with that "time-belt" happen first before any money would be shelled out.
