Canned Chili and Stale Crackers_I'm human..._The Happy Hat_The Lonely Scientist
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Canned Chili and Stale Crackers
I run through my morning chores like clockwork. It used to be boring until I found an MP3 player stashed away in a spare bunk. I’ve never been able to figure out who left it in the bunker and I’m not sure if I want to know. I brought it to Sarge (It’s short for Sargent, his military ranking. But his real name is Isaiah) and he gave me some spare batteries then showed me how it worked. I bob my head to the beat as I walk down the long metal hall, checking gauges and dials, marking it all down on my tablet. Water pressure in the filtration system, normal. East and West furnaces running at full c...
I'm human...
I'm beautiful. I am elegant. From head to toe, I'm perfect. My friends would agree with me. They keep explaining to me how I'm flawless. People try and become me, but they can't. I've become their mission, their goal. Those foolish humans torture themselves trying the impossible. People think I'm an android because I can do the unimaginable. I can lift a weight heavier than concrete. I can break metal with my bare hands. People don't understand me when I tell them, but when I show them, they are in awe. I like to toy with them sometimes. I compete with them over impossible challenges that I ...
The Happy Hat
Content warning: mention of depression/suicide1 Dr Rowan’s practice was based on the 1st floor of a 19th century terrace, just off the corner of Spadina and Willocks in downtown Toronto. From the outside, you’d be forgiven for mistaking it for a warm family home, a place filled with model trains, fluffy beanbags anwww.onedoor.ccd unfinished math homework. But on the other side of those red-brick walls and grand bay windows, guests were met with the sterile, off-white soullessness of a functioning clinic. For Seth, that made arriving for his bi-weekly appointments all the more depressing. He sometimes liked ...
The Lonely Scientist
Lukas had been assisting in developing robots for a very long time. When he reached 26, he told himself that he was going to get himself a ‘girlfriend’ one way or another, but, unfortunately, the only option he had at this particular time was a robot. He knew them much more intimately than he had ever know women, and, he figured, they probably wouldn’t talk back as much, so he was safe. He started creating a very specific ‘female’ robot during his free time by installing human sexual organs into his contraption. She looked as human as possible and he enjoyed that he could program her to say wh...