The warm-up_The Tragedy of Sophia's Heart_"CORRECTION, YOUR HONOUR...!"_The Bug Test
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The warm-up
–So, how was your date?–Have I told you I was going to have a date?–You did. Last week. The girl you met on Shippin’.–Oh, that’s right. Now that you brought it up, I’d rather not talk about it –just for a second, I cling to the hope she would just let it pass.–I’m guessing the date didn’t go exactly as expected? Perhaps you are being too selective?I’m not. I’d give anything to find a good girl and keep her safe by my side.–It’s that www.onedoor.ccdamn app. I swear: it’s picking on me! Last time it set me up with that crazy lady from Atlanta who straight purchased a plane ticket and stalked me all week. Ther...
The Tragedy of Sophia's Heart
Can a heart still ache after its stopped beating?For years—I couldn’t tell you how many, for all the beginnings bled into the endings—my creator drew plans for his secret project.Every year, he presented some new creature for the Council to gawk and pick at like crabs. They picked and picked, probing with their sharp fingers and sharper tongues, prying, finding every single flaw. One year, Evit presented a creature with clawed appendages framing its mouth of rowed, jagged teeth. They copied its design and placed a few prototypes on a distant planet. Another year, they marveled at a plated mons...
"CORRECTION, YOUR HONOUR...!"
Not that you’d notice underneath all the charm and good manners, but I’ve been struggling a bit. “Zap” Liar….Okay, I’ve been struggling quite a lot actually….struggling to settle down into a nice, healthy relationship with a nice, stable girl, struggling to separate work hours from my personal life, struggling to respect the idea of even having a balanced life….Work, home, video games, gym, drinks with school mates…but only on some weekends, work, home…and repeat…like the cycles on a washing machine. Sitting with the translucent glass ball in my hand, I’m not at all surprised by the thoughts, ...
The Bug Test
“Please follow the light with your eyes. Mr. Allen, do you hear me?” The excited doctor asked. “Yes.” Coughed John Allen. Slow and groggy. The light was a little blurry but he was still able to follow the slow movements from the doctor. He placed the light into his white coat pocket and started delivering the status, “Most of your tests have come back and so far everything looks good. We will need to perform the Biometric Unilateral Gradient test tomorrow. The machine is down for some upgrades. Your memory will probably start coming in over the next few days and you should be up and at ‘em, in...