

I am Human Jane--PrologueHumans died out 111,000 years ago. What they left behind was a shell of a planet, bombed to acidic soil and poison air. The animals died, the plants withered, but the machines lived on. Darwin only spoke of the evolution of living things, but as it turned out, machines evolve too. At the end of human life on earth, the first batch of A.I. robots had finally been created. They were primitive machines but were intelligent and clever, adaptable to situations and environments their masters created for them. These robots were both a gift to humankind and a horrible curse. While theI am Human Jane--Prologue


RepetitionWhite, slick walls. Taller than I am. Unclimbable. Far above my head is the white sky. Below me it's grey. My world lacks color. My world is repetition. Of course, my world has always been this way, always bright and clean, living in greys and whites. As I twist through the hallways, I often wonder if there is anything else. It never gets farther than that thought. There are other more pressing things to think about. Where am I going to find my next meal? How long until I'm transported back into my sleeping quarters? What will be around the next corner? But I know the answer usually to the last one. Nothing. Just more hallways. ItRepetition


Absolute Truth Pt 7Calvin felt his blood freeze in his veins. The voice that reverberated around the room made stopped his heart. There he sat, a sitting duck. One noise and he was dead, one movement and he was dead. If he tried to hide he would inevitably make a noise, which would lead to death. Would his breathing be the thing that killed him? A cold shot went up Calvins spine. Could Glen hear him blink? Could he hear the blood racing through his veins? The door groaned and was flung all of the way open. Calvin saw a shadow of a figure, a stainAbsolute Truth Pt 7
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You can be as gentle as a petal
or as tough as thorns . . .
but you will never be a rose
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For What We Want Most There Is Always
A Cost That Must Be Paid In The End
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You can be as gentle as a petal
or as tough as thorns . . .
but you will never be a rose
--
For What We Want Most There Is Always
A Cost That Must Be Paid In The End
--
You can be as gentle as a petal
or as tough as thorns . . .
but you will never be a rose
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