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The Self Aware Story

"Dr. Clark," you say. "A science lab. An experiment. Okay. That's where you want to go? Tell me, then, what does this Dr. Clark look like?"
He is tall, almost so tall as to be freakish, six foot seven at least. He smiles a lot, but that smile does not quite reach to his eyes. I instinctively distrust him.
"Of all the infinite possibilities," you say, "they fall now by the trillions. Whole races and empires pruned out of me to create this science lab. I am not sure if it is pleasurable or painful. I'm not sure if I want you to go on or not."
I will go on, though, because now it is done. There is a almost freakishly tall doctor leaning over me, and he cannot be unmade. He has a destiny and so do I.
"All right," you say, with a sigh, as if ready yourself to go under the knife. "Let's continue."
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It started with a toothache.

I left work early, got home,looked for painkillers, but no luck. I should have done something before now, but you know how it is. My wife, ever the sensible one said, Phone now, your early enough, tell them it's an emergency.I have not turned up for an annual check now for ages. I got my appointment and duly turned up at my dentist office, It looked like its been modernised since I was last here. I climbed the stairs to find the receptionist on the phone, she cut short her conversation and treated me to a large smile and asked my name, then took me to the doctors consulting room and asked if I would like tea or coffee. The doctor will be with you shortly she said.
There was not the usual pile of old magazines, in fact the whole place had gone upmarket since I was last here.
It was then I began to think something was not quite right. At this point my pain addled brain had focused properly on my surroundings and I observed the framed certificates about the place. I then realised with some horror that what the signs were telling me was this was no longer the dentist practist, this was the consulting room of a psychoanalyst and I was waiting to be examined to see if I was mental or something. Panic. I had not the courage to face the receptionist, so then what..
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Will be

What I beautiful day to exercise for running competition, so I did what I usually do. I prepared this morning a delicious green juice with pinapple, apple, cucumber and celery. I drank it without any precipitation about the flavor and it was favorable like a green living nature coming to my mouth. I was about to write my first writing of the day but I felt discouraged and unmotivated to do it by the little participation of writers, teens messing up stories and a mental block to write. I decided to eat breakfast instead, I ate some meat with nopales And vegetales.

It Started With A Dream...

"Ah! There you are." The sound of a woman resonates around the darkness that covers you. Blonde hair flows with the unusual windy air, blue eyes glinting with amusement. She stares at you for seconds before smiling and giggling contentedly. "Hello there! You must be new to this place."

She lends out a hand for you to reach. "My name is Nirvana, and I am here to help you. First, get up and let us meet the others that await here." She smiles at you reassuringly. Somehow, for you, the way she said 'to help you' seemed really suspicious...

"We should get going. If you want to get out of here, if you want the others to get out here from peril, then we should leave this instant."
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