Dream Machine — SteemCN

Her lips followed the rhythm, flushed in bloom. Her neck was a sparkling white glow covered with glowing black hair. It was like a knife thrusting at the heart if it looked, her breasts like marble reflecting the moonlight. Sarbot incessantly looked at Mikela at the end of the office, the fantasies and dreams of touching the charming woman in his small brain.
For many years Sarbot was just doing steal a glance, his status is just a office boy. Brewing coffee to the boss, delivering files, smiling even if wrong, bending to get respect and salary is not much. But since there's Mikela, Sarbot feel at home. Though he is wandering at that building became a jongos. But whatever Sarbots struggle, he was just a lowly clerk who was always underestimated.
As he passed, his mouth as locked a thousand locks. Sarbot's hands shook and a cold sweat slid from his forehead so swiftly. Smelling the scent of Mikela's perfume made Sarbot fly into the country over the clouds and be thrown to earth aloud. Mikela's smooth skin is as white as snow, every man would want to touch her and feel it as well as Sarbot. A mischievous delusion of Mikela being a sleeping flower every night in his small boardingroom. Every morning always wake up, Sarbot always imagine Mikela while massaging the stalk of his lingga.
Once obsessed Sarbot would Mikela if anyone approached her, he was not willing and the fire jealousy burned the top of his head. Every male employee who approached Mikela must have been dismissed smoothly by Sarbot, poisoned by a drink or trucked into an accident. Sarbot wants to see Mikela remain pure untouched by anyone, just for him.
Desire and lust fused into Sarbot's mind, he did not want anyone touched but he was so stupid if close to Mikela. This one is never in touch with a woman for the rest of her life, it was Mikela who made him intoxicated .
I must have you even if I pursue it into the dream room though. You must be mine not another man "
Sarbot also racked his brains to find his way.

The walls of the ceiling roof peeled and ripped apart with the dull wall, at that night Sarbot alone dwells in front of the 14 inch screen of his old pentium 4 laptop. Browsing here and there armed with a free wifi connection that Sarbot hacker password from next door neighbor. He is asking to mbah google for all his questions, Sarbot believes today all the answers are in the virtual world even the dream world though.
Almost before dawn, Sarbot's eyes like a burning fire would not go down even in the rain. Exploration the virtual world keep continues to be done for the answer he was looking for, because it never appeared. Sarbot paused, he grabbed a cheap tobacco mix with mariyuana and blended himself. Burned down by the tip of a cigarette, sucked deep and he remembered Mikela's face by imagining that his body was in the dorm room.
“If in the real world I can not touch it, only the dream world I can he whisper in his heart.
There was a boost in Sarbot's head, the idea came up. Immediately he continued to explore back to the virtual world, drowning with search engine in it. Collecting data and reading the research of the genius scientist Amrik, Sarbot so seriously glared at virtual reality technology combined with artificial intelligence. For months Sarbot experimented with a dream machine thanks to a chat from a scientist from Nevada, professor Xavier.
The concepts like telepathy that need to synchronization brain frequency with the intended subjects. Xavier explains to Sarbot, our brains as transmitters emitting frequencies and equalizing the subject matter as a receiver until we can read or control a person's dream. Xavier gives tutorials to Sarbot to build a dream machine with his own Deep Dream software.
Sarbot's eyes lit up like a child who found his toy, broke into a savings account to find material for a dream machine. If the lack of material he willingly took from the office, scraping the used market or ordering online. Construct pcb circuit boards, electrode solder, data synchrnization and all were studied autoditively through Xavier's professor guide.
For six months Sarbot completed his dream machine, a handmade helmeted cable helmet here and there called cerebro will fulfill his dream to touch Mikela. During that Sarbot forget to eat, sleep until the eyes red and skinny dry.
“It's time” he whispered did not feel his legs limp limp drowsy and very tired. That night covered Sarbot coldly as a pillow.

Bot..Sarbot..bake you! do not pretend not to hear, I know you're inside a middle-aged middle-aged woman with a bang.
Woke up Sarbot from his deep sleep, shocked at the morning in his boardinghouse. Take a plywood door that is only propped up the wooden bar.
Hey Sarbot .. pay your room rent, it late fot 3 months. When do you want to pay?”asked the fat woman.
Seen this shepherd woman is the widow of the owner of the boarding house that he lives in, has 9 plot door including Sarbot occupied.
“When to pay?”
“Later, after payday mak! Now there's no money while scratching an itchy crotch.
“Watch out if you break up, I lock your bedroom door so I can not go all out to sleep outside like a homeless”
Whe this fat lady with a daster passed away, Sarbot is indifferent.
“Lady rancid !!, it took a touch of men let her fussy mouth was silent Sarbot said in the heart while closing the door of the room.
Hurry up Sarbot bath and into the office to see his idol's heart.
That morning he saw Mikela with a blazer and tight skirt was so fascinating but the scenery there divide his daydreams. His crazy follow-up boss approached Mikela with his eyes flirting, a giggling laugh there making Sarbot's heart flutter.
“This evening it was time to rattle” Sarbots teeth is chattering into his heart.

That night Sarbot confronted his cerebro helmet in his heart no doubt whether this worked. But tonight has to be done and sometime again, it should be now. Sarbot puts the helmet in his head and runs a deep dream program on the old laptop. Press enter and all feels dark instantly .
Sarbot is in a virtual world he does not recognize, it opens his room only white room without any ornamentation. No doors or windows, no way out. This was his empty mind, Sarbot still did not understand what was going on. Why only this empty space that he encountered was not like please.
He is sitting cross-legged and thinking what was wrong with Professor Xavier's guidance. Just remembered that Sarbot lived focused his mind with the face of which he was headed namely Mikela. Instantly Sarbot was in the office and at the end there was Mikela, alone with blushing lips and she smiled at him as if waving to Sarbot to get closer.
Sarbot seemed to lose words, like the magnet of his feet dragged toward Mikela. No more a cold sweat or trembling accomplice, then Sarbot like a real man ready to pounce on his prey. Stroked Mikela's hair, touched her white skin and inhaled the scent of her body.
Mikela's lips were rippled with a kiss, a chest of sorcery that he sucked with lust and buried burrows. The two human children had sex and made their own little earthquake that night

The victory sign had appeared on Sarbot's face, his dream machine capable of conquering Mikela that night. He was convinced that Mikela would remember the events last night but the reality was different. Mikela at the end of her desk did not see or glance at Sarbot at all. As if nothing had happened, Sarbot still remained a jongos and he is not a special thing in the eyes of Mikela.
Sarbot's sickness at that moment that the idol he had caught last night had not reacted at all. He asked whether it was the real night or the illusion that the dream machine had blown away, in disbelief. Sarbot will try again the next night.
He reverted to the medium level, the dream machine again repeating the occurrence of the encounter of the genitals of two humans. But still, Mikela did not care about him at all, Sarbot did not think what happened. Sarbot repeats but no results, opens the manual book and chats with professor Xavier once again.
“Full power can increase the engine energy of dreams but high risk. You will not be able to tell the difference between that dream or the reality Xavier's remembrance of the dangers of the dream machine if overloaded.
I do not care even if I sacrifice my life” clinking teeth with a fist tightly grasping while banging the table in front of him.
Sarbot put the dream machine helmet on his head that raged, deep dream set in full at high level. Do not ignore the ban if it happens, in the eye there is only Mikela's face. And it happened again Sarbot felt different because it felt really touching Mikela when the yoni lingga ritual performed felt real. It must work this time.
The scorching sun through the window made Sarbot's eyes exposed to the heat. Sarbot woke up, his body felt tired like a heavy activity. Surprisingly his body is not a single shirt at all, this is not his room and beside the fat lady dormant is his boarding houses mother.
So all this time I'm sleeping with this