A Prisoner in a Place Called Home_Becoming Human_I Built My Soul Mate, and his name is Hunt_Being hu
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A Prisoner in a Place Called Home
CP13 was walking along the corridors when she spotted one of the janitors whistling about. He was pushing the large garbage cans along, the little wheels squeaking about due the amount of hair, dust, and leftover junk left around that got caught in between. She stopped herself and stepped back, peering around the corner to see him jamming the dirty keys into the crudded lockhole. After a few tries, he got it open and continued whistling his jam as he took the garbage cans and one by one put them inside the small utility closet. When he pulled the last one in, CP13 closed her eyes and focused a...
Becoming Human
2065、 That’s the year I was www.onedoor.ccborn. I’m actually able to remember it. Birth, that is. I recall a flash of blue-white light, like a lightning bolt, followed immediately by darkness and an incessant stream of voices. Despite my blindness, I was a quick learner, mastering the art of language in a few short months. Speech was fun, kind of like a secret code that everyone knows.The problem was, I never had the opportunity to test out that code with anyone else. I learned to speak from recordings of voices, not from people themselves. Nonetheless, I mastered every spoken language, and even some unspo...
I Built My Soul Mate, and his name is Hunt
He was the last guy I'd ever go on a date with again. Ever. The only reason I had even agreed to put on a tight red dress with heels and go out for dinner with a complete stranger was because Partnerhunter, or just Hunt for short, had recommended I give him a shot. My dating app, Partnerhunter, which was still in development that had become my only source of entertainment for the past few years. It had a male British accent that I chose myself and a personality based off of my likes and dislikes which I embedded into the program. I had originally come up with the idea for building a dating ap...
Being human
He opened his eyes and got out of bed. Though it was still a matter of discussion whether to address as he or not, they went with it. He looked at the wall clock, not though he needed to. It was a human thing. He moved towards the washroom. As he entered, he looked at the mirror. Still same. Is it what it feels to be fresh after a good night's sleep? He left the washroom. It was pointless to linger any longer. He opened his cupboard. Unlike a human, it was not difficult for him to decide what to wear. He already had an algorithm for that. After changing clothes, he sat down on his couch. Break...