A Life's Worth_Farewell sinners, I go to paradise._Unquestionable Belief_Colonists-362
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A Life's Worth
I had been putting off my trip to the future for as long as I could remember. Not because I wasn’t excited to go, rather the opposite. I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to step off of the platform into that courtyard to be momentous. Something to remember for the rest of my days, the swelling of pride, and my heart bursting out of my chest with excitement. My children and their children would see their mother, their grandmother after years of hard work pushing boundaries and forging a path in a world not made for the soft of heart. The time I spent away from them, building my fortune and my...
Farewell sinners, I go to paradise.
“Why would you think I would miss this world as it is when I have the chance of emerging into a world of artificial intelligence and rationality? I have been posed this question many times before and it surprised me that it even had to be asked. Just look about you and tell me that this world is ruled for the benefit of the majority of its inhabitants. What is spent on armaments in one year would feed and house the destitute almost in perpetuity. We make cluster-bombs and cruel and despicable explosive devices that can be picked up by children to blow their limbs off, and you call it a ration...
Unquestionable Belief
“Good morning everyone.” Mr. Johnstone walked into the room with a smile and the air of someone who held an exciting secret to spill. All around him, a flurry of tablets and smartphones darted beneath desks as thirty-odd teenage students silenced the buzz of media clips and sports highlights from playing out loud. Several of them slouched low into their seats, discreetly pushing wireless headphones www.onedoor.ccinto their ears as they did. From the back of the room, Trev thumbed listlessly through his phone, trying to scroll his way through whatever history lesson Mr. Johnstone had prepared for the day. ...
Colonists-362
I hear the thumping footsteps as I stand on the concrete floor surrounded by electric wires in complete darkness. “Young man, step aside-” his face penetrates the flashlight, “Wallace?” He raises his eyebrows and his face contracts like a pitiful old man. I stand speechless as my dad, ignoring my existence, joins back the huge wire to the supply. The fault is easily found- ah the advancement these days. Even louder and speedy footsteps come towards this slowly-coming-back-to-life room. “Robert! Thank god you fixed it before much damage was done . . . and you Wallace, don’t try to look confuse...