”I figure if I reschedule my optometrist appointment for tomorrow and knock out a few of my lingering assignments by ten this evening, then I could probably afford to spend about a half hour meditating on what next month’s thesis paper should be on and accumulating a few vetted journals. Of course, I’ll have to factor in my mandatory monochromatism physical after classes conclude. Ah well, at least I’ll have about fifteen minutes to run through a few applet debugs so I won’t have as much to do when I get back to my apartment to change eyewear – vestigial odors notwithstanding.. Eugh, and to think I used to get yelled at for not being organized.. Ah, if I could only show them how I operate now! I wonder if they’d freak..”
Those who know me will find that previous soliloquy haunting familiar (if a tad transmuted to better fit my dramatis fursona). Being continuously flummoxed with obligations is one thing, but I’m honestly not sure how I’d get by playing my own secretary without my little rectangular omnitool. It’s the one reason why I’m forced to disappear every so often just to keep up and try (often in vain) to get ahead of the curve. Ah well, ‘tis the life – and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way!
However, I do wonder how many of you out there have noticed that cigarettes have featured predominately in recent portrayals of yours truly. To disparage on any budding theories as to why that might be, I’m not a smoker and that isn’t technically a cigarette. Believe it or not, it’s defensive mechanism masquerading as an electronic cubeb. Similar to the vast majority of my accessories and utilities, this particular cigarette was forged of my own essence.
That said, its defining characteristic is how ad hoc its existence is in juxtaposition to the other things I tend to conjure. Affectionately known as the Null Gasper, the cigar’s sole function is to make the plumes and vapor puffs I emit seem more…genuine. In actuality, it’s naught but a white exhaust comprised of microscopic viscoelastic components that can condense into hovering, hexagonal panels with the molecular strength of a comparable sheet of graphene. It’s one of the several vanguards I have in place to safeguard my person from pesky assassination attempts (which grow in frequency when I leave the continent). Put simply, it’s a diaphanous / cumulus aegis that I can casually spew – and I won’t lie that my fake drags aren’t enjoyable to a certain extent!
Truth be told, I wouldn’t be too surprised if someone hadn’t deduced that before this little revelation. The astute observer will notice that, while each puff behaves precisely like smoke – in part due to my mattershifting prowess, the cloud will gravitate towards me before ‘dissipating’. Cool, huh~?