When I was way into theatre I did a theatrical performance about puns.

It was a play on words.

Self portraits are a great form of selfie-expression.



Darryl took out the boomerang from his backpack. The aim plugin in his skull showed him the trayectory: the boomerang would land in the pool in the 30th floor of the building, a couple kms north. Jeoffrey was waiting.

As the boomerang left Darryl's hand, he grinned; perfect throw. A minute later, the boomerang returned with the infochips.

A few more exchanges, and he'd finally be able to leave the slums.

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