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That's Immortality Baby


She manifests on flatscreen monitors these days, but it's like she's dead to him. Maybe his new partner doesn't want to share. The big baseball scoreboard in Nagoya, even that, so big it's readable from space, she mooned 160,000 baseball fans, made some fans of her own and caused almost 500 divorces, he never took his eye from the ball.

Oh man, she tried everything. Animated some androids in a sub-ship showroom in Shanghai, drew so much bandwidth through their wireless connections she shut down the East Asian net for almost 6 minutes,

Reprogrammed lawn nano so every front yard in Pittsburgh showed her love letter to him and his IP address on Valentine's Day,

Gengineered deep-sea fish when he and his cohabitant took a weeklong vacation to shelf-edge Disney Gulf of Mexico so they spelled out in limegreen bioluminescent letters half a meter high a clinical description of their last copulation,

But finally she realized that even if dead girls are easy it's not easy being green, not when that green is carnophagic mold growing in your decomposing flesh at the bottom of a lightless ravine just behind the honeymoon suite at the Ganymede Hilton

Where your spamming ex-boyfriend dumped your swiftly cooling corpse.