"The Lazy Procrastinator says to the Genie 'I want someone to keep up on my House Chores, Raise my Childen and Work my Hours at Work.'
The Genie says,'Granted!'
Afterwards, the House, Children, and Job are gone; the entire World is Destroyed.
And the Procrastinator says, 'Hey wait a minute! Where's my Home? My Kids? My Job!?'
And the Genie says, 'Welcome to the World of AI your Wish helped Generate.'"

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A #WRITCO EXCLUSIVE
{LIMITED EDITION}
(and for those who are wondering
it's only one part, get over it 😂😆)

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AM I CRAZY
OR WAS I JUST HIGH,
I CAN'T TELL
(Deadpool? Maybe)

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I don't know.
I just don't know.

HEY, I SAID I DON'T KNOW!

Now that we cleared that up, let me bring you up to speed. So, um, I had an impulse.

Yeah, happens a lot.

When you regenerate as quickly as I do, well, you tend to wanna experiment. And, I don't need to go into all the different scenarios ... well, lemme give you a short list.

Cut off a little here.
Snip a bit there.
Took in a little cheer.
Ran in the snow in my underwear.

You get the point.

But in all seriousness, yeah, I live in the exact same mundane pointless politician blathering blowhards and blowbacks that you all live in. Only difference is?

I can cut off my ears! 👂🏿 👂🏿 👈🏿See!?
But the DAMN things keep growing back!

@$!?!$@

Anywho, so I took it upon myself to travel into the future (um our future yeah!) and see what we had in store.

Instead, I'll be damned if I didn't step into an alternate reality!

Now, understand this is from my perspective. Some of this may have happened, maybe not.

You know honestly this whole thing may be a farce. But hey, I'm Deadpool.

I'm gonna tell it my way.

And if you don't like it then I'll just have to dispatch of you in a most inventive way. And we'll refer to you as one of Bob Ross' 'Happy Little Mistakes'.

November 22, 2029
(well of course, my birthday C'MON!)

The sky is dark, blackened by dust and debris. Cars along dilapidated streets are crumpled and creased, old and rusting. They sit stacked upon each other, hollowed out like the world that contains their husks. Fires are everywhere, the ground itself hot to the touch. There are flying drones in every place, men and women with guns heavily armored screaming and shooting. Then I saw the first of them. Smooth, metallic, shooting a type of plasma laser. The victim was sliced cleanly in two, the cauterized wound so heated the blood clotted instantly. But the head and torso kept shooting overhead at a large drone until another machine stepped straight on her head and completely obliterated it.

Then it looked over at me.

Dude, I know you know who I am, I'm Deadpool. I can regenerate. But that shit freaked me out cold. I had flashbacks of cows and clowns 🤡, that's how bad it was.

I tucked tail and ran, but not very far.

I ran headlong into the T5000!

Yes, the ultimate Terminator (check Terminator Genisys for reference) and it actually had this stunned look on its face.

"I have been in this world quite a while now," it/he/she, who the hell knows. Is that 'politically correct?' Anyway. "Who are you," I was asked. (we'll settle for that.)

Now this joker® must have been living in the stone age not to know Deadpool, but, we'll let that one slide.

"I'm muthaf*ckin Deadpool! Who are you?"

"I am Skynet," he (well dammit it looks like a dude, okay!) replied. "I govern this world."

I took a long look.

Hmm!?

Okay, I thought.

I mean, it's fairly ordered, not a whole lotta people, few burned out buildings, cadaverous cars, potholes in the streets. But add a little more graffiti and a hooker or two on the sidewalk, I'd buy it for LA. (sorry for the hooker jab, they have to work too.)

"Frankly," I replied. "I'm just not all that impressed."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I snapped. "And I'm not to keen on what you did to Joker's Poster over there (it was truly masticated, trust me!) although in Bats case, I completely understand." He kinda smiled at that one, who wouldn't?

"Then it looks like we have a score to settle here," he responded. "I mean I cannot just have a Vagrant running around ruining the beauty I've managed to create "

Again, 😂 😆, I looked around at the devastation.

Who was this joker® kidding?

"Oohkey!" I replied. Then I slapped him across the face. "That's for what you did to my world." Kinda hurt though, forgot it was metallic. Before I knew what hit me though, his appendage became a sword and started hacking and slashing at my body.

Wow, so many of mini-mes!

Well all good things come. together, so yeah it hurt like a muthaf*cker but, happy to say all's well.

Oh, remember I said this is a one off story.

But to be fair, I suppose you'd like to know how I'm even telling this story when I was hacked to pieces?

Truthfully, T5000 is a fairly arrogant a**hole.

IT LEFT ME THERE IN PIECES!

My head had to stare into my gaping behind for quite some time before I could put myself back together (I'll never tell another Humpty Dumpty joke again!) and I was like damn dude!

Then I said the hell with this and teleported back to 2024, and we'll here I am telling you this story.

I swear it's true!

REALLY!!

WELL F*CK YOU IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IT!

Ahem, anyway thought I'd run for president this time.

Who knows, Deadpool might actually win this election.

Look who you got, Bubble head and Ass Clown 🤡.

And everyone knows (shivers) I'M AFRAID OF CLOWNS 🤡

DEADPOOL FOR PRESIDENT '24!

I'm out!

PEACE! ✌🏿 🕊️

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THANK YOU FOR READING

🙏🏿 😊

ALWAYS BELIEVE
(in Deadpool?)

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© I Am MichAel