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.

Karoshi

He worked at home. He worked at work. He worked in dreams. Nobody worked the day he died.

Ravisher

I know. She isn’t beautiful. It was her skin that attracted me. White as paper sheet, waiting a drawing from me. I’m not a racist, don’t get me wrong. I like it for other reasons. I’ll confess: I liked her because it seemed to fuck a dead body. Expect for the fact she was warm. So it was perfect. She made no sound, ever. Her eyes were empty and her face has no expression. And she liked this way. When she came once in a while I heard a whisper, but it sounds like a last sigh. Now, nine years since she broke with me, I have this funny sensation. It is like she’s really dead. I miss her.

Fate

I was born in Brazil, which means: I was raped at birth. Screwed from the start, I'm a waiter at a brothel. It makes sense.