Nothing Artificial About It_Light Always Conquers Darkness_dear me_Junior Taptap
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Nothing Artificial About It
In the year 2112, artificial intelligence was perfected. Androids were mass produced to ease the workload on humanity. Of course there was backlash against this. People took to the streets in protest of the loss of the jobs they wouldn’t be doing anyways, but Orion, the company in charge of android production and programming, kept rolling out newer models with more advanced tech. Eventually the androids started malfunctioning. They overturned not only their programming, but also the government. This culminated in three things: the founding of a settlement for humans to be safe in, a rusted pic...
Light Always Conquers Darkness
Chapter One: Guilty“My recommendation for your mother’s recovery is to place her in a nursing care center. Life Care has openings. They will take good care of her as her pelvis heals from surgery.” Elizabeth only half took in what the surgeon recommended. Her mind wandered to the many times her mother had taken care of her, through childhood bullying at school and through a couple of porces. Could she REALLY place her mother in a nursing care center without feeling guilty? She shook herself as the surgeon prompted, “Ma’am?”“Do I have any other options? I would rather care for her at home, with...
dear me
Day 1wrote another poem today. not sure why iwww.onedoor.cc enjoy it so much but it helps a bit. it’s fun to make people try and guess what it’s about - not that they ever do. not a problem for me. i don't care what they think. mama is bugging me again about everything. she’s trying to hook me up with another therapist. doctor is gonna give me pills.it’s not like i wanna be depressed and it’s not unnatural or anything. i justDay 2sorry, mom called me away. why the hell am i even talking to you? you aren't helping at all. this is such a waste of time. at least i’m choosing to write this and it’s not by thera...
Junior Taptap
A patient in the paranoia ward reevaluated her entire situation. She concluded that her three sons, Randy, Marcus, and Errol, would come in, at any point shortly, and force her to swill liquid mercury out of a live frog’s jaw. After being drugged, with her permission, by men with blue clothes and black socks, she spent the afternoon taking a quiet rest. Her words exactly before passing to her dream state: “I don’t wish to remember. I wish to sing alongside Pavarotti.” The workers of the ward, mostly the unpaid interns and the low-paid interns, made a funny game—uncovering the catalyst of t...