Exploited

- You must finish this till 5 p.m., ok?
- But my arms are killing me, I need to go home. I can't stand the pain anymore.
- That's your problem. We are a team and we need to fulfill some goals.
- Could you at least cut my arms off and replace them with cybernetic tools? So I could tell to my kids that I'm a cyborg.
- That's it! You could tell to your kids that you are fired.

Kluge

Your brain works all the time. You talk everything you think, it's unstoppable. Even when you're sleeping, you murmurs all the time. That's why you need nurses as company, you don't know what you're doing or talking. Nobody's stand you. But, yeah, sometimes you recovers your conscience and we can talk with you. When this shit started? Thirteen years ago.

Scissors

I was listening to Ramones and Todos Tus Muertos when she starts to bitch about our marriage and lack of money. I locked the door of the bedroom, just like I used to do when my mom wants to put me down. But that was OUR room, not mine anymore. When I opened it, she was waiting me with scissors in her hands, ready to attack. I ran away and never got back.

Cold coffee

He woke up earlier that day and went to the airport. She was sleeping and didn't listen to his goodbye or noticed the kiss in her forehead. She felt warmth by him drinking the coffee he made at dawn. At the same time, the plane was falling down in the mountains.