Dont Eat Pop Rocks Or Else - Tumblr Posts

“There was greg,” the old brain reminisced “a brilliant little brain. Too bad he gave his meat mech too much dopamine.”

“Uh…what happened when he did that?” I asked.

“Hm, oh yeah. His head exploded.” He casually explained.

“What??!” I screeched.

“Yeah.” He nodded, “who knew giving a human too much dopamine could go so badly.”

For a moment the old brain paused before it realized what it had said. It sensed a quiver in my stem that shook the spine while that old man’s lobes raced with thought he caught onto my horrified silence.

“Eh, but you’ll be fine.” He tried to reassure. “Besides he did that by guzzling down pop rocks and soda, I doubt you enjoy those Do ya?” He chuckled before walking off.

“G’night bud.” He left off with as the psychic link severed.

I was once again alone….but what he said stuck with me for thrice as long as it could ever stay. Because unbeknownst to him, I like pop rocks.

Humans use far more than 10% of their brains. However, brains have only ever been able to use 10% of their humans. Except in a few rare cases.