I’d just turned #seventeen & I was screwed. It was night & all I could think about was the body–the one that I never saw standing in the middle of the road–in the middle of the night. Had I not been drunk, I might’ve been able to swerve. Now, we’re both buried in regret. #VSS365
Passing the Turing test, it wore a hat as a #tribute to its maker over its stylish intent. Its brim cocked, it stepped over the lifeless body. Its own visage also lifeless but justly aware that it disabled Asimov’s law. Settling on gender, she stepped out into the world. #VSS365
“It’s just a #seagull,” he said. “They’re just hovering to take in the heat.” “So, they’re not spying on us?” she begged. “Of course not,” he declared nervously. “Why would they spy on us?” “Hmm, I suppose not,” she groaned, staring at the buried form in the sand nearby. #VSS365
The foaming crest of the #whitecaps surged across the water’s surface. With the millions of tiny bubbles bursting, it was as if millions of tiny voices were calling out. However, it was just one voice: glug … glug … glug, as she held his head under. #VSS365
“The void between us was as vast as the #Atlantic,” he said. But we promised each other. “And twice as deep,” he said. You are my world. “No clear lines of communication,” he said. But I love you. “I love you too,” he cried, “and that is why I have to say goodbye.” #VSS365
“The gap is too far.” “It’s not. Think about #bridging–” “I’ve tried! It’s too far!” He held her arm. “Breathe.” She did. “Conjoin it in your mind, the rest will come to pass.” She breathed again, forcing the connection. He and all her problems vanished before her eyes. #vss365
“You must #purge your soul to advance to the next level,” said the apparition. “Question: How exactly do I purge my soul – and how many more levels until I reach spiritual freedom?” “It’s easy,” said the apparition. “Don’t overthink it and you’ll have the answer to both.” #vss365