As usual, in my work a day world
I’ve got the gears to be built with recurring angles and inside distances while
my closest friend convinced them to use the same physically non breaking
chemicals for each part that we designed, cut out of rocks and metals, and
attached to our selling machines. I did
not say ‘Selling Machines’ because they get people to buy our materials, these
‘Selling Machines’ are the outputs that we sell to other manufacturers. These are over our bosses’ heads so they may
be ‘Ceiling Machines.’
In the existences, I, the Dog,
physically looks like a human. After a
while getting used to conducting with this world, I Cut my fur. I Shampooed my hair
to lie straight. I Died my own skin. Shaved.
Dressed in human clothes. While
this was going on, my accomplice, The Photon, prismatically and lensically made
himself look like a human. He, with my
help, worked on photograph’s negatives we rounded up and used to display Photon
as a fellow human being. Lighted colors
directed by ions and magnets to make displayed pictures look three dimensional.
We realized that Hypocrisy costs
less today you know. That’s what the
president said on his TV show. That red
head turdy told us so. Weak. Weak. We
pay our Bills.
It took me a while but I was able to
usefully use Dog Clippers with Double Blades for Small Pet Hair Grooming Trimmer. I found Vitiligo to give me an autoimmune
conditioner to make my skin lose its pigment, causing me to look white with pink
skin.
My friend used d-orbital splitting and electron
emissions to make himself, even though he is The Photon, he now appears in
different colors. This Photon surrounded
his molecules, which he referred to as ligands, in order to bond the attracted ions causing their outer orbitals
to split into chosen different energy levels.
Early on we made a mistake with hydrating copper(II) which caused it to absorb
red light making the Photon. My fellow worker, appear blue-green. He happily found a sodium which cast himself
with bright yellow skin. Mg metal gave his skin an intense white. Cobalt(II) makes him Pink. Manganese and
Titanium are being used to produce brown skin and hair.
For me the Photon pointed out my,
“Bean Hair, Dumb Hat.”
I replied that, “At least I am a
Good Spiller. Not a Bad Killer. I could have been a Godzillar.”
Well, as I was getting used to
acting like a human being I dressed myself up like the various Dog Owners down the block and dug up
some money to pay for a house. The
Photon, while he was still looking like a Photon, searched the top parts of the
ground to find me money to dig up. After
we found and I physically dug up enough, I bought a house and banked the rest
of the money to keep me fed and energized by gas and electricity and blood
flowed with drinkable water for a few years.
The Photon showed me how to write up a resume which I typed up and sent
out and got my job at a telephone allowing company. I looked like a white man and I joined a
caring group of multiple human races that put efforts to not discourage people in
case we individuals thought they did not have related cell growths inside of
us.
Before I disguised myself as a
working human, I would dig around the non-human worked change machines and AI
ran restaurant windows to pick up dropped coins and dollar bills. I also went to peoples’ garbage cans and
grabbed by my teeth thrown out clothing and shoes. After I shaved myself and died my skin to
look human, I put on my rounded up pants and shirts and shoes.
At work now, I look like a human
being and I build what many human beings need in one way or another. In one place or another. To do one thing or another. I make for them: Parallel Shaft Gears, Spur Gears, Helical
Gears, and Herringbone Gears. Me and my
new friends also build Intersecting Shaft Gears: Bevel Gears, Mitel Gears. Me, the Photon, and the next desk person make
for our bosses to do what the business owners want us to build: Linear Motion Gears, and Rack and Pinion Steering.
If I thought about it, I would
think, “For Riches, for Purchase, for Snitches, for Britches, Till return due
us Part.” But the closest thing to a
think is this what I had in my newly disguised head: “My part is your part. Are we part way?”
What I went through started with my
co-workers never talking to me the first three weeks here. Then the Photon talked to them and at the end
of the month he managed me to meet with and eat with them. The office cafeteria was good and our general
discussions were good.
That Photon told me to transmit
rotational motion, speed, and torque
dedicated
platforms, local stores, and direct buyers for musical instruments, to please
our outdoor boss. Sadly, equipment is
definitely not sporty, gear buyers are photographed
with hidden lenses. I constantly wanted
to simplify circular levers which used to transmit rotational force and motion. Continuing in the work area, the next desk
sandpapered off the sold interlocks with their applied forces red painted
identically. We all wonder, “Do their
customers want moments or torque?”
There was a poster the Photon told
me to put up on our office wall said: “At the point of contact where two gear
teeth meet, Newton's Third Law applies: the force applied by Gear A onto Gear B
is matched by an equal and opposite force from B back onto A. Because gears
have different radii, this identical contact force has a different "lever
arm" (distance to the center axle)!”
This caused the company owner to
tell us to put on the sign outside the plant: “Conservation of Energy: Gears
cannot create energy. The rate of work done, or power (Power = Torque × Angular
Velocity), remains preserved across the system. If a gear configuration
multiplies torque, it must proportionally reduce speed (angular velocity)!”
I suddenly realized that my life,
our lives, everyone’s live are the same, over and over and over again. “Around the rocks and under the trees, the
Photon and the Dog do what they please.
One looks human. The other shines
a view of him as a human. They are
friendly to each other, this time. They
work together in order to make enough money to live in an apartment and view
what is around them. Roots and foots and
socks and blocks, work managers ignore what their outside life is. My Friend, The Photon, and me, The Dog, only
have to do the actual work that the manager makes the most money for.”
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