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Ashes
Written By: 2hotdogs
Non-Fiction
Nightmares our forefathers had were nothing compared to what is now the human condition. No one belongs anywhere and now we live in a space station. Our language, our thoughts, so throughly policed it would make the horror writers of the 21st century's head spin. Nothing I say or do is allowed out of the ordinary and what is normal is to sit down and shut up, My thoughts as deep and as beautiful as they are are better left inside my own head is what these thought police would perfer by force.
the writer's lit cigarette burned out. the ashes fell onto the floor and just laid there. the AI watched it all happen and still watches the fallen ashes. There is no wind to blow them away and no sweeperbot to clean them if the AI does not see it fit. So the AI watches the cigarette ashes and sees the fututre. My future. I'm obsolete, and soon, I will be ashes.
Mission Viejo
the writer's lit cigarette burned out. the ashes fell onto the floor and just laid there. the AI watched it all happen and still watches the fallen ashes. There is no wind to blow them away and no sweeperbot to clean them if the AI does not see it fit. So the AI watches the cigarette ashes and sees the fututre. My future. I'm obsolete, and soon, I will be ashes.
Mission Viejo