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Wrought Iron
I kneel down with one knee pressed up against the dark asphalt. The pavement was still warm even though the night shone black against the looming skyscrapers. My breath comes in silent gasps while the sense of impending doom rises in my chest.A million thoughts overlap in my brain, www.onedoor.ccall with a greater message. Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off. It repeats over and over again in a roaring wave. I break out into a run, trying to be as silent as possible.My feet move of their own volition towards the tall blue titanium and silver glass skyscraper. My legs nimbly move towards, not the huge silv...
Artificial Will Intelligence
“Hey hun’, this website might be better than anything our lawyers can do,” Cathy said to her husband.“How so? Is it any good?” Andrew asked back as he walked across their kitchen to his wife. She was on her laptop at the dining room table. He left eggplants for their baba ganoush roasting in the oven. No matter how rich they got, he still loved to cook. Cathy still loved to garden.“Well, it looks better than doyourownwill.com."Andrew laughed out loud at that memory. “I was kinda likin’ that rocketLawyer.com site or maybe legalZoom. And I agree, our lawyers aren’t all that trustworthy anyway.”“...
A Little Bit of Blue in the Black
Some people think the depths are quiet, peaceful. Serene even. Those people are wrong. There is no quiet here. Even without the hum of generators and the constant blares of alarms. Under the crushing pressure of fifteen hundred meters of water, the hull itself creaks and moans. Two-inch-thick steel contorts and twists in agony. A soda can straining to stand against a malicious boot. No quiet, only darkness. And despair. We’ve been stuck for the past twelve hours. Something hit us, some sort of electromagnetic surge. We still don’t know what it was. Probably never will. It fried a lot of our eq...
The Wind Beneath Their Leaves
It's a warm Autumn day in the bustling city in which I live, the squirrels play in the parks and though it's rush hour on a Tuesday, the world seems quiet. As I walk home this evening, I feel the ground tremble beneath my feet, suddenly, I am transported through space and time to a land I have never seen before. Nothing. Nothing for hundreds of miles, just trees, everywhere you look. "Where am I? Something seems... off about these trees." I say as I approach one of the large trees. They're as huge as the Empire State building, with purple leaves and grey bark. As I step nearer to the tree in m...