TheHighWriter
The ship rocked in the open ocean. “Where are we supposed to fish, Captain?” the crew man asked. The Captain pointed toward the approaching storm. “There.” he answered the crewman. “Are you mad?! Fishing in the middle of a storm?!”
“Of course i am, who isn't in this crazy world we are living in, besides the fish practically jumps in to the boat in intenational waters. They do anything to get away from the storm.” the captain said as he directed the ship toward the storm.
Drifting in nothing. Floting in everything. Why be stuck between restricting walls of reality, when the unlimited possibilities of imagination is so close at hand...
Human stuck in a robot:
Human/Robot: “Where the heck am I?”
-Transmission received. –
Command: “Fold the cardboard box.”
Human/Robot: “All right… I suppose I can give it a shot.”
*Flipping and folding with some effort till is done*
-Second transmission received.-
Command: “One cardboard box completed. Repeat till the quota is fulfilled. Remaining cardboard boxes awaiting competition: 4999”
Human/Robot: “Oh no…”