Luther_White and Gold_The Heavy Sleeper_The Adversary
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Luther
As she enters the taxi, she yells, "Follow that car!" The cab driver looks back at her and says, "As you wish!" As they zip down the street after the white Honda Civic, she holds on tight to the seat belt strap across her chest. Angela yells please go faster my baby is in that car! The cab driver looks at her through the rear view mirror and seems more determined than before to catch up with the vehicle. Angela frantically dials on her phone to alert twww.onedoor.cche authorities as the line open up..."911 what is your emergency?"Angela states, "Yes...yes! My name is Angela Thornton and my son has just been...
White and Gold
White and Gold Hi Greg,Can you hear me? Good. Take it easy, big guy. You’ll be able to move again when I leave your mind. I have chosen you because you’re exemplary. That’s not a compliment. Perhaps, if you can change...forget it. I feel like sharing. Look at me.Let’s start with the dress. The dress. It was meant to be funny. Which, objectively, it was. I’d been away. I’d popped off down the spheres to hear the sound a forgotten promise makes when it passes through the heart of a living star at the speed of rage. There was a symposium afterwards. I come back, and all you mayfly ingrates have f...
The Heavy Sleeper
“The baby is crying… again.” I roll onto my stomach so I can reach my husband, jostling his shoulder groggily. He doesn’t move. I’m not sure what specific biological adaptation all men seem to have developed for being heavy sleepers, but from talking with my fellow mothers it appears to be an epidemic. I press my toes, which I’m hoping are freezing cold, into his legs, still, nothing gives. “Dan!” I hiss. The crying continues. Sighing dramatically for no one but myself to hear, I pull myself up and out of bed and towards my son’s room. We only recently moved him to his own room, at the other e...
The Adversary
"No. YOU are the app."The words projected on Harriet's screen were a pleasant surprise. They meant the app was working better than she expected.It had taken just a few seconds for the AI behind it to type those words, but it could have been seemingly instantaneous if it wanted to, given the processing power behind it. The delay was intentional, she figured. The woman found it fascinating. She was more amused than exhausted, but both to a great extent. Her third jug of coffee that night now laid forgotten by the side of her desk. She hadn't taken a sip from it since the conversation started. An...