Iota

If I had one iota of discipline, I wouldn’t be up to my hairy little navel in unwritten stories!

Kelli B. 

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The man with the Kappa hat was sitting in the chair with an obnoxious alpha male posture. Most of the beta testers looked like that, the programmer got used to it. 

- Ok, your character has mental stigmata from the war he witnessed in the Omicron base back in 3056. Your employers don't know that when they're sending you to infiltrate the enemy HQ located in the delta of the Nile. All the sets are designed to look like a steampunk Egyptian civilisation. I know, it's not very original. Your first mission is to capture an android looking like Prince Charles dressed as Tutankhamen, neutralise him with a gamma ray - that's shift control F5 - drag him to the anthropomorphic spaceship and place him in the rocket launcher - that would be in the spaceship penis. You're  following me?

The tester was looking at his Omega watch. Everything he was wearing was ostentatiously branded. 

- Sure. Put Prince Charles in a cock. 

- Yes, pretty much. But that's just the first mission, it's the training. I won't tell you anything about the rest. It should take you about 10 hours of gameplay. If you're hungry, help yourself with some pie.

- It looks like quiche to me.

- Whatever. Do you want a coffee before you start?

- Nah, I'm all right. It looks like you're having a bit too much of that stuff yourself, you're a bit agitated. It's not good for you, you know. "Chi va piano va sano", my grandmother used to say.

- Fine. You're ready then?

The man didn't budge a iota.

- So you're paying me to ejaculate royalty into space? 

Hélène L.