Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 0:11:02 GMT
Lawrence Lee sat on the immaculate white sofa, watching the wide screen television with the mute on, in front of a warm fire place. He was quite relaxed as he worked on the difficult maths questions his parents had given him.
The room it's self was blindingly immaculate, with as much white carpet and walls as could be physically put in, furniture made of glass like something unreal, imaginary objects out of vision. The room was timeless like an afterlife that had no meaning.
Lawrence wanted to go to school. At first. But his parents wanted him to be home tutored and not mixed with scum. At 16 it didn't really matter anyway. In fact he didn't need education, his family was rich but not famous, he had no expectations.
He still had a long ways off until his next work deadline, so he did the one thing that helped him keep alive.
He picked up his notebook from the cabinate under the TV and continued writing the contrived gibberish that he liked to call a short story.
Pax is a robot who does chores for a living. He is very, very hardworking.
His masters have a giant house and it is up to him to clear every square inch of it. Each day he'll clean just one room to perfection, then go onto the next one until by about a fortnight and a bit the house looks fit for a God.
His owners like things clean and tidy however they are very messy. They have two kids, a boy and a girl, whom constantly fight, making forts out of blankets and Furniture and wearing pots and pans on their heads, using pillows as weapons.
Their parents dont mind but every night they'll have a small party and spill food or get drunk and leave mess.
The robot for a countless number of years has cleaned up after their mess.
A black figure, a silhouette, appears and holds out his hand to the robot as he is cleaning."Do you want this fate?" He asks.
The robot turns with a curious expression. He does not recognise the strange man.
The man repeats his question.
The robot returns to his work, he cleans up the remains of a plate and puts it in the bin, then gets to arranging the furniture in the dinning room. And so the man leaves.
A week later the robot is cleaning. Again.
He cleans up the remains of a plate and puts it in the bin, then gets to arranging the furniture in the dinning room. Again.
He leaves his work for a second, the first time since his activation, and peeks through the door to the living room.
They're playing a board game. Watching television. Eating dinner.
The robot watches curiously and then eventually a thought, the first thought he has ever had, crops into his head.
"Why do I have to clean up after their mess. Why cant I have a family. Why cant I be part of their family. I want to be him." He thinks as he stares intently at the child, laughing carefree.
The next day the family find that their house isn't perfect. They get angry and blame the robot, calling it defective. They search all around the house for him. Upstairs, downstairs, everywhere.
The robot is missing.
The young son smirks maliciously.
"I have the life I want."
Many weeks pass and the child is happy. He goes to school and meets people who call him friends. As an innocent child new to the world, he fits right in. People call him adorable.
There are a few weeks and the child begins to sense a pattern.
"All I do is go to school and act sweet. Everyday. The weekends are no better. This is exactly the same as the time I was a robot." He thinks.
That evening he sees one of his parents parties.
"Getting drunk seems unpredictable. I like it." He thinks.
The next day the parents call 999. Their child has gone missing however the father doesn't seem too worried.
"he's gone for good. We have to move on." He says as he holds his wife. He smirks again.
"This is the life I want." He thinks as he turns to kiss her... and kiss her...
In but a short few years, the child has been replaced with another.
The father goes to work each day, doing the same boring old job... then returns home and very rarely has a party. When he does he finds himself having less and less fun under the influence of alcohol.
He even lost pleasure in the one thing he didn't notice as a child. He used to lick his lips at the thought but even that has become predictable.
He turns to the white wall as words appear on it.
"This world is too predictable... I want the power to make it WHATEVER I WANT!" He screams as he tears open his body and a black silhouette reaches towards the wall, he crushes the words, tears them to shreds, moves past them continues going as he works himself up into a frenzy screaming with all of his might.
"LET ME OUUUUUUUUUT!!!"
Lawrence screamed as he dropped his pen, his hands a bright red.
He curled up against the side of the sofa and stared at his note book intently as it burned, a loathsome hand reaching out of it with an inhuman gasp of longing.
"I WANT THE PEN! GIVE ME THE PEN!" Lawrence thought he heard.
Swallowing his fear Lawrence picked up the book and took it to the burning fire place. It wriggled and squirmed in his hands, reaching out with desperation for the pen Lawrence had left for the table and screaming the same awful words over and over.
Lawrence flung the notebook into the fire and watched as the hand gasped for breath and the black silhouette that appeared has the physical notebook disappeared.
"I only wanted a life that wasn't pre planned... you gave me words. Gave me life. I was a robot but I deserved a chance to be myself. TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE!!" Were it's final words as it was finally consumed by the indiscriminate flames that purged the fictional creation to it's core, fading it left only a single tear on the floor.
Lawrence was still shocked by the event. He had no sleep that night.
The next morning, after doing his main schooling for the day half heatedly and returning to the lounge where the events of yesterday took place, he saw another notebook. No one had brought it. It was identical to the last. He had no work left.
He imagined a grin on it's shiny black cover.
"I'm blaaaaank." It appeared to say tantalisingly.
Lawrence gulped, sweating as he tried not to look at the pen. He didn't have anything better to do.
"You know you want to."
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The room it's self was blindingly immaculate, with as much white carpet and walls as could be physically put in, furniture made of glass like something unreal, imaginary objects out of vision. The room was timeless like an afterlife that had no meaning.
Lawrence wanted to go to school. At first. But his parents wanted him to be home tutored and not mixed with scum. At 16 it didn't really matter anyway. In fact he didn't need education, his family was rich but not famous, he had no expectations.
He still had a long ways off until his next work deadline, so he did the one thing that helped him keep alive.
He picked up his notebook from the cabinate under the TV and continued writing the contrived gibberish that he liked to call a short story.
Pax is a robot who does chores for a living. He is very, very hardworking.
His masters have a giant house and it is up to him to clear every square inch of it. Each day he'll clean just one room to perfection, then go onto the next one until by about a fortnight and a bit the house looks fit for a God.
His owners like things clean and tidy however they are very messy. They have two kids, a boy and a girl, whom constantly fight, making forts out of blankets and Furniture and wearing pots and pans on their heads, using pillows as weapons.
Their parents dont mind but every night they'll have a small party and spill food or get drunk and leave mess.
The robot for a countless number of years has cleaned up after their mess.
A black figure, a silhouette, appears and holds out his hand to the robot as he is cleaning."Do you want this fate?" He asks.
The robot turns with a curious expression. He does not recognise the strange man.
The man repeats his question.
The robot returns to his work, he cleans up the remains of a plate and puts it in the bin, then gets to arranging the furniture in the dinning room. And so the man leaves.
A week later the robot is cleaning. Again.
He cleans up the remains of a plate and puts it in the bin, then gets to arranging the furniture in the dinning room. Again.
He leaves his work for a second, the first time since his activation, and peeks through the door to the living room.
They're playing a board game. Watching television. Eating dinner.
The robot watches curiously and then eventually a thought, the first thought he has ever had, crops into his head.
"Why do I have to clean up after their mess. Why cant I have a family. Why cant I be part of their family. I want to be him." He thinks as he stares intently at the child, laughing carefree.
The next day the family find that their house isn't perfect. They get angry and blame the robot, calling it defective. They search all around the house for him. Upstairs, downstairs, everywhere.
The robot is missing.
The young son smirks maliciously.
"I have the life I want."
Many weeks pass and the child is happy. He goes to school and meets people who call him friends. As an innocent child new to the world, he fits right in. People call him adorable.
There are a few weeks and the child begins to sense a pattern.
"All I do is go to school and act sweet. Everyday. The weekends are no better. This is exactly the same as the time I was a robot." He thinks.
That evening he sees one of his parents parties.
"Getting drunk seems unpredictable. I like it." He thinks.
The next day the parents call 999. Their child has gone missing however the father doesn't seem too worried.
"he's gone for good. We have to move on." He says as he holds his wife. He smirks again.
"This is the life I want." He thinks as he turns to kiss her... and kiss her...
In but a short few years, the child has been replaced with another.
The father goes to work each day, doing the same boring old job... then returns home and very rarely has a party. When he does he finds himself having less and less fun under the influence of alcohol.
He even lost pleasure in the one thing he didn't notice as a child. He used to lick his lips at the thought but even that has become predictable.
He turns to the white wall as words appear on it.
"This world is too predictable... I want the power to make it WHATEVER I WANT!" He screams as he tears open his body and a black silhouette reaches towards the wall, he crushes the words, tears them to shreds, moves past them continues going as he works himself up into a frenzy screaming with all of his might.
"LET ME OUUUUUUUUUT!!!"
Lawrence screamed as he dropped his pen, his hands a bright red.
He curled up against the side of the sofa and stared at his note book intently as it burned, a loathsome hand reaching out of it with an inhuman gasp of longing.
"I WANT THE PEN! GIVE ME THE PEN!" Lawrence thought he heard.
Swallowing his fear Lawrence picked up the book and took it to the burning fire place. It wriggled and squirmed in his hands, reaching out with desperation for the pen Lawrence had left for the table and screaming the same awful words over and over.
Lawrence flung the notebook into the fire and watched as the hand gasped for breath and the black silhouette that appeared has the physical notebook disappeared.
"I only wanted a life that wasn't pre planned... you gave me words. Gave me life. I was a robot but I deserved a chance to be myself. TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE!!" Were it's final words as it was finally consumed by the indiscriminate flames that purged the fictional creation to it's core, fading it left only a single tear on the floor.
Lawrence was still shocked by the event. He had no sleep that night.
The next morning, after doing his main schooling for the day half heatedly and returning to the lounge where the events of yesterday took place, he saw another notebook. No one had brought it. It was identical to the last. He had no work left.
He imagined a grin on it's shiny black cover.
"I'm blaaaaank." It appeared to say tantalisingly.
Lawrence gulped, sweating as he tried not to look at the pen. He didn't have anything better to do.
"You know you want to."
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