Diary of an Android_Foreman_Kormin's win_Grace is the voice that calls us to change
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Diary of an Android
1st Feb 2019Dear diary,Hello, my name is Android. The Oxford English Dictionary www.onedoor.cc(the most respected dictionary in the world and the only software I have been programmed with) defines you as a book in which one keeps a daily record of events and experiences. However, my conversations with people and a quick watch of some films (Voldermort was helluva cunning to have his horcrux transferred in the hands of an infatuated teenage girl), have made it known to me that you are more than mere glue and paper bound together. For some people, you are their heart, soul, secrets, and desires clearly spelle...
Foreman
All the windows in the jury room are east facing. O misses the opportunity to practise being enraptured by the bewildering frankness of a sinking sun. It's the sort of thing human beings seem to do instinctually. But it's beautiful so that can't be true; beautiful behaviour in humans is always learned. The case should have been straightforward. Even for fat and tissue brains. O doesn't mean this condescendingly. It's just that silicon brains have been proven to be more logic-efficient than their organic counterparts. Perhaps because the former was designed this way and the latter wasn't desig...
Kormin's win
Humans themselves have never evolved but, the world they live in has never stopped changing. Astronomers and scientists alike were correct in their assessments, the sun had depleted half of its energy — earth was now changing, the Antarctica and arctic regions had spread, covering at least fifty-percent of the planet in glaciers, hundreds of millions of people were killed in the process. New technologies were being thought upon in ways on how the people of earth could survive, but that very thought had changed the moods of people. Widespread panic and crime had swept across the remaining land...
Grace is the voice that calls us to change
1、964 wordsSimon woke up at 6:21, like he did every morning. "Good morning Simon" he heard. It was a cheerful, kind voice of a woman. Just like he programmed his drone to sound like. The shiny white softly humming system projected a screen on his ceiling. The screen showed him an Instagram feed. Grace started scrolling, just in the right pace. Slow enough for Simon to be able to really take in the pictures and fast enough for him to see all the new posts In exactly 6 minutes. At 6:27 the feed changed Into Facebook. Here he could see what his 81 friends did yesterday. The new messages took Grac...