/lit/ - Literature

This tweet screencap inspired me to write, but the thread died before i posted it so i'm sharing this with you.
His ass started to gape as he smelled the emerald barons musk. He was too close behind him, hands on his hips and almost erect. In front of him he saw a naked presumably neuralinked slave. Slave to the man who's manhood he could feel elongating and hitting the his wrinkled old man buttocks. He looked around in search of meaning but it was nowhere to be found, in this symposium lit only by a handful of spotlights. On his left was the ouroboros of naked men and androids, interconnected in the most orderly and thus masculine way. He could see Joe in the ring of optimuses and slaves, standing on a stool, smoking a blunt. He tried to greet him with a fatherly smile which instantly changed to an archaic expression of pain also found in all primates as the Falcon 9" made a succesful touch down. The boring company started to operate in sync. Complete chaos ensued, bringing forth memories of Solzhenitsyns works(excluding that one). Peering to the right he could see two cyber trucks on a black velvet stand with their stainless steel hulls scattering the few light rays in the hall. His vision blurred as the circle of machines and men became one, as did the two trucks as he closed one eye to see better while on xans. His head was spinning round and round as the cyber train went on and on. His last words before losing conciousness were "Young men, defend israel".