‘ere am Ahy. Jest sittin’ et me tohypewrohyta, wrohyin’ a story. Ahy’m callin’ it… THE GNOME STORY Ahy’m sittin’ ‘ere, mahyndin’ me own business. In fact, Ahy’m quahyt comf’tabol in the Layzy Boy, the blaynket pulled up ta me chin. Ahy looks left, then rohyt, scannin’ the room. All clea’. Wayt. Oh, rohyt…all clea’. Ahy lay me ‘ead back. “Allo John.” Me eyes pop open. It’s stahndin’ the’. All fou’…
“ere am I. Just sittin’ et me typwrita, writin’ a story. I’m callin’ it… The GnOme StOry I’m just sittin’ ‘ere, mindin’ me own business. Not causin’ any trouble, inflictin’ unnecessary pain, or drinkin’ any Coke. In fact I’m quite comfortable in the lazy boy, the blanket pulled up to me chin. As I doze off, somethin’ in the back of me noggin tells me not to go…
The boy walks slowly along the dusty road, pushing the large dolly ahead of him. The small, hard wheels crunch along the gravel, spitting out dirt and chunks of rock behind them. The sun beats down, scorching the land, causing the boy to stop, pull out a scarf, and wipe his forehead. He pushes the cart forward to a wooden gate, its warped, cracked wood collecting dust and heat, and…
*There was a time, once, when man walked the Earth. His mind was full, confused, running full of distractions. He lacked the capacity to solve large eqautions, large problems in his head. It was necessary for him to use tools to complete or accomplish his tasks. There were too many emotions in him, condemning him to certain failure. He was weak. *Then a man came by the name of C206-Q25-R7110. …
I float, if that is the word to be used. Lifeless, and yet eternal. Neither space not time have meaning to me now. If I were to look, I would see an infinite expanse of stars, planets, galaxies stretching out before me. This is my domain now, here amongst the myriad flows of gasses and energies, all beyond the wildest human imagination. I am energy. Anywhere I wish to travel,…
Robot is dreaming: Dream of robot following orders, shooting things, then out of control, gets his own mind. Shoots things for fun, kills self. Man and robot are talking: Man: Why do you do these things? Rbt: I want to see man change, other than just phisical appearance. (Man in microwave) Flashback of robot’s: Woman’s face, outlined in phosphorescent blue lines following an electrical/circutry pattern, experiencing expressions of…
I. NEO‑TOKYO. 05‑21D. 22:59:20 p.m. Score: All tied up, four to four. My weight shifts from my left leg to the right, nervous energy building, waiting for release. My eyes flash to the judge, opponent, judge again, waiting. I spring forward, my stick extended to the right, rushing the cube. Every muscle trembles as I stride, right, left, right, feint. An opponent charges me from the left, his stick…