year 3000_Kitchen Oddity_I Think..._Agora`s Deceit
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year 3000
Years 3000 "As usual, Professor Good Morning ... " In the distance from the small glass window in his office room, Mahachar looked at the earth, which had previously shone blue but faded into a desert-like color.AbeywickRama's eyes on his assistant's voice For a moment He had to withdraw from the usual view. "Ah ... Good morning Jack, How are our greenhouses doing ... " Squeezing a cup of coffee in his hand He also sat in his chair for Jack to review the information he does every day, Shaking hands as if sitting in the front seat. " Very successful, Professor. Yours Perq .Progress has e...
Kitchen Oddity
“Wake me up, before you—"Groan. I forgot to turn off my automatic alarm. You’d think it’d be easy to set it up so it would only go off on weekdays to let me sleep in on weekends, but evidently not. I ventured a single appendage out from under the comforter to turn off the alarm on my phone, making a mental note to delete this “wake-up music” alarm app—the music they choose may be great for my parents, but in the month I’ve tried it, there has not been a single song that was written in my lifetime.Finally, my finger connected with the stop button, and I relished the silence, though it was shor...
I Think...
I’m Ally, I go to a regular school, in a regular suburb community. Or so I thought. A couple months before this crazy… umm whatever you call it started happening. On the news there was a story about a guy who supposwww.onedoor.ccedly was an android and well… looked completely normal, he looked like a human and you would never notice he wasn’t. Nobody in our community or anybody in that matter cared, that was until, what happened. I would almost call it barbaric. Now you probably are wondering what in the world I am talking about. In July of this year a new family came to our neighborhood. Unlike the rest ...
Agora`s Deceit
A strand of silver-blue hair rebelled, escaping from underneath her hood, waving in the unforgiving wind like a raindrop in an ocean storm. Lanaia curled one barefoot over the other, sitting on the fence, dangling her feet over the edge of the board ship. Craggy land, filled with barren gravel and scrappy boulders opened up as they emerged from the silky clouds. Dusty storms, ceaselessly raging below, sang their sharp, sunken song, blurring the horizon and the orange dawning sun in the distance.The breeze of wind brushed behind her neck like a cold blade, sudden and abrupt, followed by a loud ...