Copy Machines Go Wild!

Sarah    Copy Machines    

Copy machines are like a breed of African animal. I imagine them on the plains of the Serengeti, traveling in herds, honking and bleeping at each other to fight over the more attractive feminine copy machines during mating season, trembling and vibrating ferociously to produce the most paper to impress her. And then after partners have been chosen, during the dry season, all of the older copiers struggle to keep up, but no, it’s too late, their time has come; they fall by the wayside as the herd moves north in search of the great Ink river. After thousands of copies made, each one fainter than the last, it seems like never will they arrive at that oasis of cool black ink. When suddenly, over that last brown hill, they emerge with the largest copy machines flashing their lights in excitement and their printer trays overflowing with used paper as they run down the hill, the smaller printers and fax machines humming along behind with their mothers, and then they bask in the river and refill their ink cartridges, with black ink and color ink, and they spray cyan, magenta and yellow at each other, and everyone is happy and nothing could go wrong.

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