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“Caroline, you promised!” Richard cried over the phone. “It’s New Year’s Eve after all. You are always wrapped up in your work. Can’t you just spare at least a few days for your family? ” The hurt and pain in his voice tore at my heart and if I could, I would have flown to him in that moment but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.“Richard, you don’t understand. I have to be here. I have to do this. I love you and the girls, but my clients need me.”“Even on New Year’s Eve?!”“I have to set up all the paperwork for the sales and it takes a lot of time.”“Well, if it is going to take so long, why not just...
The Almighty Code
1 The End Of Society The algorithm knows everything that happens. It knows when babies are born, it knows wwww.onedoor.cchat genes they have, how they'll behave. It knows their motivations, intentions before it can even take its first breath. Long ago, the philosopher John Locke proposed Tabula Rasa - but that notion of the so-called blank slate has been eradicated by the algorithm, created at the collapse of society. It is told to the youth that: "A man dressed in sinful, blood-drenched white screamed, then he watched the world blaze. As he watched the flames take the world, he muttered to anyone who woul...
Piper weekend
What along day piper said to herself, Huhu.. Im finally home time to make dinner;what should i cook piper thought to herself while standing in her kitchen, and thumbing through her recipe book what to fixed she thought when her eyes stops thumbing throught the pages maje her self a bowl of supple someting quick snd simple she though as she closes the book. Well that was filling now... She pauses I'll do the dishes in the morning after all tomorrow is the weekend and dont have to get up early as piper gets ready to leave the room she rinsed off the dishes and puts them away the turns around and...
Good Bones
"Dad wanted you to come by." "Yeah." "He needs help, Em." "Mine, specifically?" "He won't hire anyone, you know that. It's Mom's house, it's special to him." My brother's eyebrows knit like a sweater when I scoff. "You look thin," I say. "Yoga. Stress. Cigarettes." "So he called you, huh?" "He said you changed your number." "I was tired of that automated voice telling me I was getting a call from the correctional center." "I guess that's fair." "Thanks." "You won't talk to him?" "What would I even say?"Eleven hours later, Hazmatted and masked, we walk up our old front steps, subconsciously ...