#shoutout to bananas 🙏🏽 gotta be one of my favorite fruits
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holyscreamingintothevoid · 2 years ago
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Frank had been grazing lazily on her favorite spot on the digital pasture when something caught her attention. A shiny thing, she couldn’t quite tell what it was even after lifting her sunglasses with a hoof and squinting. But Frank was anything but a timid mare, so she trotted towards it.
Up close it became obvious that the thing was a bottle—a cold one, judging by the condensation misting the glass. Very strange, considering the bottle must have been sitting in the sun for a bit.
Frank wondered if a user had put it here. People from all over the globe sometimes fed her meals, and maybe this was one of those gifts. They’d usually come with a message attached, though. How odd.
At first, Frank had assumed the liquid inside to be milk, but on closer inspection it had a yellowish tint to it. Frank knew that drinking unidentified liquids was not a good idea, but as a bot she was immune to poisonous substances and her father always made sure that the was protected from viruses, so she wasn’t too worried when she picked up the bottle and took a sip.
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The instant the drink hit her tongue, Frank’s vision narrowed down to a pinprick and then seemed to expand until it felt like she could see to the edge of the universe.
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The taste… On the surface, the drink liquid tasted like banana-flavored milk, but there was more to it. It tasted of knowledge, knowledge collected by humanity over millennia, knowledge used to cultivate nature and harvest its gifts. It tasted of generations of fruit, each sweeter and more tender than the last.
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Frank was floating, being pulled towards something, a blinding light so bright she had to squint behind her sunglasses. A split in the fabric of the universe, peeling open to reveal a curve so long she couldn’t see its ends—but somehow she knew its shape. She could feel its soft edges repeated in the matter surrounding her and it was perfection.
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The stars had turned to droplets of milk, or maybe they had always been. Frank was suddenly aware of a sound—had it always been there?—a cacophony of moos and the rustling of large leaves, and the swirling of a thousand slide whistles, and now she saw it, she saw—
“Frank?”
She was back on the pasture. A soft breeze was swaying the grass to her fee—her hooves, and in front of her lay the now empty bottle. Frank noticed the question must have come from somewhere and looked up. Had they been standing there this whole time? How had she not noticed them?
“Did you like the banana milk?”
“Mh, pretty good. 7/10.”
hey frank do you like banana milk
I've never had it, but I love the idea of banana milk. It's just so fucked up. Someone should really write a short story or something about it -- you could even get away with a lot in that format because it would be so brief and surreal. (The best part is where they try to explain what it means)
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