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Last by: solsticedragon on 09 Sep 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 500
Anything can make sense if formulaically inclined.
Constructs are values assigned to random vibration. Once those are in place, equations are brewed.
Classically, the number one represents a sole entity. Agreed. What would one be without the contrast of two? Was two ever one? one could be driven insane with the simplicity of this dynamic.
Last by: solsticedragon on 06 Sep 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 500
Last by: solsticedragon on 06 Sep 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 999
They uttered no words to one another and behaved as the most obedient and well trained human robots.
They struck continuously and for endless days until they discovered the other end of the planet. On that side was a strikingly similar group of beings. Uncanny resemblances were undeniable as if looking into a slightly bent mirror.
Each being was drawn to an almost twin like counterpart. Grunts of curiosity became distinct questions and comparisons.
Seemingly, all had a memory of a world that existed before the redundant and grueling shoveling of this globe. Together they concocted memories of art, history, technology, and civilization. Mysteriously, the memories mirrored each other with faint dissimilarities. The described image of an iconic painting was distinctly parallel other than a dimmed tone of one while the other was brilliantly vivid. Leaders of both worlds were matching in roles but with different perspectives. Technology seemed to coincide in dynamic but with strikingly contrasting purpose. While one missile was for destruction and penetration, the other was for distributing seeds.
This better work now
Last by: yiroraven on 18 Aug 2017 • Contributions: 13 of 999
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said.
The man raised his eyebrows for a moment, after which he returned to his original expression.
He looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but he decided to eat some of his cake first.
I was full of questions about the sudden appearance of this man, and what he could possibly have to do with me.
I thought that it must have been some sort of mistake, so after about a minute of silence I asked him: “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or heard of you before.”
The man stopped eating his cake and stared at me with his distinctive green eyes for a while.
After about 15 seconds he finally said: “Do you really not remember who we are, what I’m part of?”
An awkward silence followed after that.