Alexia, Turn off Devices_An Ant at the End of the Universe_Desires Beyond reason_The Retirement Part
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Alexia, Turn off Devices
“Please, don’t do it.” I beg into the couch-side Alexia speaker. “Did you say, “Delete your profile?”“Alexia! I did not say to delete my profiles.”Silence.“Got it. Deleting your profiles.”“No!” I scream, tearing at my hair. I thought technology was supposed to be getting smarter. I grab my phone to see what just happened. I tap in my screen lock code, but nothing happens. Then my phone vibrates and I think I must’ve gotten in, but instead of going to my home screen a notification pops up, saying that I sent an email, which I didn’t. Email sent: Forwarded to group: Family & Friends. “Hey all. I...
An Ant at the End of the Universe
The universe was ending.In truth, that phrasing may be a bit over dramatic– it wasn’t so much coming to an end in an explosive, bombastic fashion (though the supernova from the few stars left certainly made for a beautiful light show), as it was with a slow, sputtering gasp.More aptly, it was dying.In a fruitless pursuit to reverse the inevitable heat death of the universe, or really just anything in such a hopeless situation, a lone arthropod had fashioned a humble little spacecraft. Out of scraps of metal and splintered wood it was crafted, rusty nails and wood glue keeping the rattling junk...
Desires Beyond reason
DESIRES BEYOND REASONElinor Stevencoxwww.onedoor.cc was average. Average height, average hair, average age. In a crowd of average people, she would pass unnoticed for Elinor Stevencox was as average as can be. Although, Elinor Stevencox wanted to be someone else. She wanted to be something else. Someone worthy of a book!Working at a dead-end job, in a dead-end office, squeezed in a cubicle of average size did not fit her standards anymore.“I want my life to be in a book one day! She would tell her best friend.-Most people in books are dead or fictional, unless you are a president or something. Then you cann...
The Retirement Party
Retiree Kshitij Punit Aati closed his workstation and leaned back in his chair which bounced gently up and down over its magnetic base. He would miss that reassuring rocking he thought as he tidied his few personal possessions into his carry all. He had spent the morning finalizing the data from his latest project, his last project, he conceded, and was happy to return from his midday break and find that his hypothesis had been confirmed. It was satisfying to be right and even more so to have provided more important data to add to the Collected Knowledge on the last day of his tenure.Kshitij b...