algorithm_The vow_Sun, It Rises_A Victorian Scare
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algorithm
Somewhere behind a screen, someone is deciding what choices I make every day. Simple things, like what type of bread I’ll buy from the market, or what clothes I wear. It’s supposed to keep us in line, my mother tells me. I guess it does. But thwww.onedoor.ccere will always be rebels. There will always be crime. The government can’t do anything to stop that. I’ve heard stories about a rebel family who raised their children outside the border, without all the laws and restrictions closing in on them. These children were free of the algorithm. The police then found them, of course, and killed them. This is mer...
The vow
"Open your eyes!"Nothing."Sophie! Open your eyes!"Darkness. Light. Darkness. The end.5am. 20°C. A normal morning for tropical North Queensland. It is quiet. The roads are deserted. Only a few early-morning joggers and workers punctuate the Cairns Esplanade. Farther beyond, the sun is rising.Sophie woke up earlier than usual this morning. In today's Facebook post, she writes"It is happening today. I have made up my mind. Wish me luck!
Sun, It Rises
"Do you usually go on dates this deep in the mountains?" he asked with a bit of nervousness. It's not that he was nervous about the location of the date itself, but more so that he was on a date at all."You said you liked sunrises, didn't you? Or did you just say you like them? Well, either way, from up here we get the best view near town," she said with a hint of derisiveness.'Near town? I would hardly call this near. It took us an hour to get here,' he thought to himself. He was hesitant to push it further, for fear of making himself sound foolish. This was his first time trying to make a co...
A Victorian Scare
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. With the ever changing climate surrounding the old, rustic, building, you’d think it would be weathered down a bit. She sauntered over to the threshold that revealed a staircase, leading to the next floor.A slight creaking noise came from above her, she glanced up at the bare ceiling. She heard the sound echoing throughout the old Victorian house again, as it sounded similar to a rocking chair being used against old wooden floorboards. “Siobhan”, Ian called out from across the room. “What?” she que...