Five-Hundred Word Challenge 809: Man and Machine

He was a sharp dressed man, always in the finest of looking suits, always with the right haircut. He oozed the coolness before coolness was even a thing, even though it had been a thing long established before he was even born. He was just cool, however, and there was no denying it. Calm, collected, smooth, all those things.

Everyone he met could not help but like him and his excellent and most responsible nature, as there seemed no flaw within his being. However, he did have one enemy in his life and, even though no one but him knew about this, it was something that struck at his very core whenever he had to engage with it, for it was a problem.

He was always careful to make sure no one saw him when he would become something he considered beneath him and his carefully calculated appearance, for engaging with his enemy always led to something he considered primal and unbecoming of proper behaviour. He did not want people to see his flagrant display of improper emotion, and so he would always make sure that the coast was clear.

His enemy did not care much for him other than what he would put into it. If it did not give anything to him, that was his problem and not its, for it did not care. It was just doing its job as it was not something that was alive. It had no dog in the fight, but he did, and he had invested far too much into it to be able to easily let go.

Every time he had to engage with it he would start getting angry. If people were around he would make sure that he stayed as composed as possible. Sometimes he almost failed in keeping up the façade, but most of the time it was easy enough, for people had bought into him and so he was able to buy into himself much more easily.

One day when he was alone, he approached the focus of all his anger and rage and confronted it as he usually did. As far as he was aware, it had been fixed and so he could get something from it without issue this time around.

He gave it money, and so it began the process of dispensing desired goods. Of course the fix didn’t really fix anything and, as per usual, the goods became stuck. He didn’t question why he kept doing this dance with a vending machine; nor did he question why he was putting so much anger and thought toward said machine. This was an issue as this time, despite all of his efforts, he completely lost his cool and started yelling at and hitting the vending machine.

The vending machine, being a vending machine, did not retaliate or react and took all the anger and rage in its stride.

Those who were looking on saw someone not cool, but instead displaying serious anger and self-control issues.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:43:30

I had the idea of something silly and this is mostly silly, so… it was a success?

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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