The Lonely Robot_Over the Skin_BECOMING A PREFECT_The Whale
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The Lonely Robot
If only they knew. *sigh* It all began the day I was born. I can remember everything... and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. I'm just a machine, I shouldn't feel this way, it's ridiculous. To begin with, machines don't even have-- forget it. I've run this algorithm many times already, my circuits are overheating again, I should just cool down. *sigh*. It is an endless loop of thought. My creator told me many times what my purpose was, yet I feel empty. My role is to serve the greater purpose of humanity but they don't even see nor appreciate how much I work. It isn't easy solving all ...
Over the Skin
Listening to the soft panting seeping through the thin bedroom wall, a few of Warren Walker’s oddities from yesterday started to make sense to me now. I gave him a few days to settle in, then invited the new neighbour round. Opening the door, I was struck by how his hirsute frame seemed to occupy of the doorway. Yet in my peripheral vision, I nevertheless detected a synchrony of net curtain twitching over the road. I’d long past giving a crap what the housewives thought. I am still considered an outsider in this little town, despite having lived here for fifteen years. There are families that ...
BECOMING A PREFECT
Kamsi Okoye sat on his bed starring out the window. The night was cool and the moonlit. To his left were his two elder twin brothers, Chinedu and Chukwuma sleeping on their respective beds. Kamsi rose from his bed and stretched. He was tall and had an athletic build. He moved around noiselessly in the dark, groping for the lamp that stood in the reading table in the room. His hand came across the button and he switched it on. The light from the lamp bathed his entire face and made him squint instantly. A closer look at Kamsi told us he was light-skinned and had a bony face. You cowww.onedoor.cculd see he wa...
The Whale
The sounds of rustling pages almost always lulled me to sleep, but this time I would stay up as if my life depended on it, which it did. It was packed in the library today, everyone getting their last minute training in before the Tournament. It was about 8pm, way later than I had ever stayed here. I knew that my brain couldn’t hold any more information so I got my bag and started my walk back home. I looked back at the giant castle that was the library of my city once more before I turned and walked down the street.“Yo Ty, what’s good my guy,” said KJ, my longtime friend, as his tall, athleti...