This one is short, short, short. I'm not sure it even actually qualifies 
as a fic. Ah, well. Enjoy. :)

The Becoming

"Coffee?  Ugh.  I hate that stuff.  Tastes like garbage."
"Yeah, I know.  Here.  Scoop some sugar in, and it won't be so bad."
He stirred his coffee idly.
"This doesn't change anything, does it?"
"Huh?  Sure it does.  The sugar covers up the flavour of the ..."
"No, not that."
"Oh.  Well, in that case, no.  Nothing's changed."
"I was afraid of that."
"Well, now all we have to do is find some sugar for it.  Kill the flavour, like the coffee."
"Yeah."
He paused.
"Now all we need to find is a bag of sugar big enough."

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I typed in this entire thing while listening to Nine Inch Nails, "The Becoming." 
It seemed like a fitting title, somehow.
C 'n C me, folks. :D

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The optimists say this is the best of all possible worlds.
The pessimists are afraid that they're right.
                          - Dunno. 
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