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Please give me some feedback! I’m working on some stories…
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They’re after me. Huge obelisks, clad in a ’victorious blue’, guns in their hands and fear in their eyes, they want to find me. Was I ever even a human before? Maybe. Am I one now? No. I’m an outlaw. I’m a machine. I’m stone-cold, emotionless. I have no friends, no family, only my mind and the fiends who wish to, what I assume is, lynch me. I hide here, in the pitch black darkness of the night. I’m like a rat, scurrying around stealthily in the shadows in fear of my life. But I used to have needs. I used to need companions to talk to. I used to need motivations and friendly emotions. I used to need food; I used to need water. But now, now all I need is a place to hide from the world’s cold, electronic eyes.