Today on Microdosing our prompt MATRYOSHKA!
Write a story in 100 words!
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Sometimes, you feel like you know a person. I certainly did. For five months, I've been falling in love. He knew the right words. Knew the right moves. Always knew what I wanted before I wanted it.
Everything was perfect, too perfect.Â
Then I found the second phone, then the fake passport. Of course, the work trips were also bogus. Suddenly, I peeled off layers and layers of secrets, like a matryoshka made of lies, until there was an unrecognizable manipulator standing in place of a man I loved.Â
Sometimes, you feel like you know a person. But do you?
Hey guys! There’s no Batch today, I’m out of town and wasn’t able to put it together today. But here is a few micros I enjoyed through the week by
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We call them Baboushkas!!! It's just come up in taskmaster 😂 Even though that's the headscarf. I don't know why we call it this.
"We're calling the weapon "Matryoshka," said Pilkington.
"Why's that?" asked the General
"The projectile uses launch energy and a nano-fabricator to make ever smaller versions of itself, inside itself, re-using its own mass and applying spare mass to increase thrust. Density and speed thus increase exponentially whilst size decreases inversely. Eventually its speed, size and density render it undetectable and unstopable. We're test firing in 3...2...1"
Pilkington's head vapourised into pink mist, a laser thin ray of sunlight beaming into the room.
"Bravo, Pilkington!" said the General, cleaning his glasses "That must have taken some brains."