Play Along_Live Like You're Alive_Hephaestus_Sweet Dreams (That Grim Abyss)
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Play Along
The mission is simple as always: infiltrate the human group, pretend to be a human, last android standing gets to remain in development. Fail, and you are terminated. The storylines of the missions range, you could be in a dystopian simulation, where you have to work with survivors fighting against androids. You could be on a romantic date. It varies, but the objective, as Ms Themis reminds me, is to blend. I must perfectly mimic human interaction. Today's simulation is interesting. I must hang out with a group of teenagers at the beach. The human companions are Elsie Majors, Nicole Zhang, Jac...
Live Like You're Alive
In the four days since Kevin had been laid off from his job at the power plant, he’d taken to spending his days walking the city on foot, stopping in at any business with a “Help Wanted” sign in the window and filling out an application as he went. He spent his nights filling out job applications online, but there wasn’t much else he could do to fill up the empty time. It was well into the evening and he’d given up for the day, turned towards his tiny apartment, when the sky opened up in defiance of the weather reports he was receiving in real-time which promised clear skies through the weeke...
Hephaestus
The hotel event room will be crowded, and noisy, devoid of furniture except for a row of tables pushed against the back wall, serving exclusive red and white wines, and a wide selection of lavish cheese, imported from all across the world. Couples, some wearing crisp black suits and some donning long, flowing dresses, will dance stiffly around you. Sleek robots of different shapes and sizes will zoom around the room, cleaning spills and refilling the cheese platter. All of it will scream wealth. You will sip red wine tentatively, hating the sharp, acidic taste of it. But everyone here has a dr...
Sweet Dreams (That Grim Abyss)
Estelle woke bolt upright with her mouth twisted into a rictus, a scream trapped in her throat. Her hands relaxed unsteadily from the claws she had gripped her pillow with, but her heartbeat continued to race. She focused on her breathing, slowly coming down from the high of terror that had enveloped and suffocated her nightly for the past week.Ripping the Sleep Dot from her temple, she threw an exasperated glance at her husband. His swww.onedoor.cctriking features were softened and childish in sleep, the epitome of peacefulness. Estelle grumbled, “Time, Alfred?” It is 6:45, Estelle. Right on schedule for ...