The elevator doors glide open. I press a button and we–the elevator and I–swoosh quietly up to the fifth floor. I scan my identification tag on the timekeeping machine, return to the elevator, and swoosh up to the eleventh floor. I scan my tag twice more, at two separate doors, to enter the office. This sounds like science fiction but I promise you: it is 2011 and this is my day-to-day life.
no human electric car fast efficient complex simple truck
Layla Rolfes
“Go” I say and the car begins trundling along as I sit in the drivers seat rading a thrilling novel. I glance up. “Left!” I command, and automatically, the car turns left on to the motorway. “Fast” I say, and the car accelerates until I am speeding along the highway to work.
Antonia
it was automatic, to think like she did. always negative. especially when she looked at herself now in the mirror. how could anyone love her, how could he love her? what had she been thinking that night.
but it was over now. he was gone and she was left hoping for more. she would never be able to please him. she would never be good enough.
as she stood staring at her reflection in the mirror another thought had occurred to her. what had brought her here? why, on a whim, had she decided the only place she could truly find happiness was the one place that always brought her down?
The doors locked as he begain to drive, instantly, without hesitattion. My arms were bound behind me with rope and my mouth, taped with duct tape. The glass on the windows are made to be bulletproof, so theres no way i could break myself out.. Where is he taking me?
car fast speed automobile future today machine convinient quick math airplane tomorrow
Christa Douros
Swell the keypad didn’t come up automatically. Next time I will know better. My automatic response to living here is to buy a gun, but my doctor won’t fill my out the medical information for me… Two years of resisting the urge to buy a gun is taking it’s toll.
Cathy Archer
the Automatic car sped up giving me the rush of the wind in my face. THe speed kept increasig as it drove. It was going to fast! We are going to crash!
Hannah
You don’t think you just do. Like a reaction or an impulse. Not something you always want or need to do. Like a burst of anger or love. It just happens. Like the car, it just does whatever the hell it wants.
Sadie
I hadn’t thought far enough ahead and yet the words came tumbling out. Like I had become some auto pilot riving the words with an automatic devise in my mouth
Automatic world has gone mad about nuts and strawberries. The strawberries are blue automatic robots. Oh no! Now what are we gonna do? Automatic world, I automatically wrote about strawberries.
isabela
It should be. It wasn’t. I had to stop, I had to think, I had to remember. What is automatic to me, anymore? It seems like everything is carefully planned, put in to place. I wish it would come more naturally. Like Julia Roberts smiling. Like love should be. But these days, even that takes so much thought. So much careful planning.
I went through the entire day on automatic pilot. Too shocked to have to think about anything, make any decisions, or take any actions. Coming home from an out of town sale trip to find John gone … that was an incredible shock.
writing writing writing, just letting it flow, letting it pour onto the page, no critic nibbling at your inner ear, just words, more words, as many words as you have, you will be surprised by what pops out, you will find out something about yourself and where you place yourself in the world, what your world is…and….
georgie
Automatic, without thinking. We do lots of practice drills so that muscle responses are absolutely automatic. Routines need to be automatic to free our brains for thinking when thinking is needed, when automatic responses do not suffice.
Princesses have an automatic aversion to tadpoles, hairy spiders, but not, unfortunately, boys. Witchlings, on the other hand, love tadpoles and spiders and everything creepy and beautiful. It turned out, however, under the old oak tree, that witchlings also like boys. Selene watched Jenny’s blonde head duck to catch the kiss of Christopher, and her heart constricted.
In later years, she would find a way to stop the process: her own stilled, slowed, turned cold, while Christopher’s floated motionless in a jar.
sudden. uncontrolled. instantaneous. extempore. If I gave in to the automatic, I would not be here. I would have left and run and run and run into nothingness and freedom. Just be myself unedited, uncensored unheld. Sure simply because I could be.
I dove to the floor automatically as the bullets shot past the top of my head. Rolling, I brought the gun up and fired. One down. As I moved to aim at the other one, I found myself staring straight into the barrel of his gun. Too late. Phew. Suddenly, the man fell down as a bullet shot through his head. Jenn stood calmly, her arm outstretched, rifle in hand. “Let’s move.”
moon spontaneous well thought like i say whatever give it to me right now
no no no
roma
The car was an automatic. In theory, that should be simpler, but as a lifelong driver of a standard I fumbled with the controls for several seconds. She laughed a little at me, slouching deeper in the passenger’s seat, fiddling with the radio. “Don’t,” I said, frustrated with my lack of competence. She stopped laughing and crossed her arms, looking out the window.
Anna
It was automatic. She hadn’t even though about it. Like a well-choreographed dance, he made a move, she stepped back. He rejected her, she reached for him. They were magnets, pushing each other away instead of pulling the other nearer.
It was automatic. She hadn’t meant to. She’d give anything, in fact, to be able to reach for him as he reached for her.
It’s funny how people do automatic stuff. We don’t think about it much, we just do it. I thinks that’s fascinating. I guess life is easier because of it. I don’t know, it’s something special for a human being.
Matea Fadiga
I never thought the consequences. It just happened. It was a fire going off in my gut, no, more like a bomb, and I staggered at the that of what would happen. It was an automatic reflex to some perceived joy.
Automatic refers to anything which happens on its own. there are many thing in the world which are automatic like car, stereo system, airplane etc. I think in the future everything would be automatic. things are getting automated with the technological improvements in the world.
Chirag Sharma
There is an automatic reaction to something that shocks you. The way you had changed in the way you hadn’t startled me, and I begun to whirr my senses into that reaction. I closed my eyes delicately, but it made no effect to my thoughts.
It was automatic. The way the pieces of the rifle fell into his hands, then into their rightful places along the stem. He smiled. Perfect. Seamless. An extension of his arm, his heartbeat.
It wasn’t like she was planning it. It just happened. An instinct, really.
Most people wouldn’t have even realized they’d done it.
But she knew. She had to know. The repercussions of it would be dire, and painful, and rough. But she had chosen it, whether knowingly or not.
And now she would have to live it.
And so would the rest of them.
Ashley
This is what happens when you are told to just go with it. Go with it, the flow, just keep going. Don’t think, what are you doing? Is that thinking I hear? Stop that. No thinking. Fingers, mind of their own, no, that’s thinking. No minds, no minds, no minds. Thinking is bad, thinking is bad, no thinking. Fingers.
Her response was automatic – an involuntary reaction to his body smashing against hers. “I thought you hated me,” he said, a smirk across his haughty face. “Yeah, I still do,” she replied. “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.”
kyna
I think of that album, that so depressing time with only hints of pleasure and honey (though honey was actually from an earlier album). R.E.M. told me what people must do, and it is that drift; that sadness; that is saved only by momentary or length connections with others. Our life is.
everything seems automatic- my car, the body, even my thoughts! but some others aren’t automatic like my feelings…come to think of it, they too are automatic, like I couldn’t help but feel absolutely happy while doing this, because well, it was automatic!
Aadya
It was automatic. I pounced. The rabbit squirmed and squealed – fragile like spun sugar – but my hands had found its neck and I squeezed.
That was my first mistake.
Within seconds – less – there was a crunch and the rabbit went limp. Eyes glazed. The warmth fled. I was left with a dead and useless thing, cold and hungry.
things done without thinking, by themselves. goes like a machine.
Kristiane
the things that are done by themselves n you dont need to work hard for it
or the machines now days are automatic they do their work themselves they just need to be instructed
automatic automatic automatic!!!!!!!!!!
The elevator doors glide open. I press a button and we–the elevator and I–swoosh quietly up to the fifth floor. I scan my identification tag on the timekeeping machine, return to the elevator, and swoosh up to the eleventh floor. I scan my tag twice more, at two separate doors, to enter the office. This sounds like science fiction but I promise you: it is 2011 and this is my day-to-day life.
no human electric car fast efficient complex simple truck
“Go” I say and the car begins trundling along as I sit in the drivers seat rading a thrilling novel. I glance up. “Left!” I command, and automatically, the car turns left on to the motorway. “Fast” I say, and the car accelerates until I am speeding along the highway to work.
it was automatic, to think like she did. always negative. especially when she looked at herself now in the mirror. how could anyone love her, how could he love her? what had she been thinking that night.
but it was over now. he was gone and she was left hoping for more. she would never be able to please him. she would never be good enough.
as she stood staring at her reflection in the mirror another thought had occurred to her. what had brought her here? why, on a whim, had she decided the only place she could truly find happiness was the one place that always brought her down?
The doors locked as he begain to drive, instantly, without hesitattion. My arms were bound behind me with rope and my mouth, taped with duct tape. The glass on the windows are made to be bulletproof, so theres no way i could break myself out.. Where is he taking me?
I’m definitely running on automatic today. Ugh no sleep at all. Thank you, creepy aura in my bedroom! Thank you so very much.
car fast speed automobile future today machine convinient quick math airplane tomorrow
Swell the keypad didn’t come up automatically. Next time I will know better. My automatic response to living here is to buy a gun, but my doctor won’t fill my out the medical information for me… Two years of resisting the urge to buy a gun is taking it’s toll.
the Automatic car sped up giving me the rush of the wind in my face. THe speed kept increasig as it drove. It was going to fast! We are going to crash!
You don’t think you just do. Like a reaction or an impulse. Not something you always want or need to do. Like a burst of anger or love. It just happens. Like the car, it just does whatever the hell it wants.
I hadn’t thought far enough ahead and yet the words came tumbling out. Like I had become some auto pilot riving the words with an automatic devise in my mouth
Automatic world has gone mad about nuts and strawberries. The strawberries are blue automatic robots. Oh no! Now what are we gonna do? Automatic world, I automatically wrote about strawberries.
It should be. It wasn’t. I had to stop, I had to think, I had to remember. What is automatic to me, anymore? It seems like everything is carefully planned, put in to place. I wish it would come more naturally. Like Julia Roberts smiling. Like love should be. But these days, even that takes so much thought. So much careful planning.
I went through the entire day on automatic pilot. Too shocked to have to think about anything, make any decisions, or take any actions. Coming home from an out of town sale trip to find John gone … that was an incredible shock.
writing writing writing, just letting it flow, letting it pour onto the page, no critic nibbling at your inner ear, just words, more words, as many words as you have, you will be surprised by what pops out, you will find out something about yourself and where you place yourself in the world, what your world is…and….
Automatic, without thinking. We do lots of practice drills so that muscle responses are absolutely automatic. Routines need to be automatic to free our brains for thinking when thinking is needed, when automatic responses do not suffice.
Princesses have an automatic aversion to tadpoles, hairy spiders, but not, unfortunately, boys. Witchlings, on the other hand, love tadpoles and spiders and everything creepy and beautiful. It turned out, however, under the old oak tree, that witchlings also like boys. Selene watched Jenny’s blonde head duck to catch the kiss of Christopher, and her heart constricted.
In later years, she would find a way to stop the process: her own stilled, slowed, turned cold, while Christopher’s floated motionless in a jar.
automatic cars are for pussies
i thought as i shoved my stick
into the second position
of my shit-rag truck
sudden. uncontrolled. instantaneous. extempore. If I gave in to the automatic, I would not be here. I would have left and run and run and run into nothingness and freedom. Just be myself unedited, uncensored unheld. Sure simply because I could be.
We move, we synchronize.
We drink, we eat, we sleep, we live.
We lock eyes, we kiss, we marry, and have kids.
We work, you die, I grieve.
I follow.
It’s automatic.
I dove to the floor automatically as the bullets shot past the top of my head. Rolling, I brought the gun up and fired. One down. As I moved to aim at the other one, I found myself staring straight into the barrel of his gun. Too late. Phew. Suddenly, the man fell down as a bullet shot through his head. Jenn stood calmly, her arm outstretched, rifle in hand. “Let’s move.”
moon spontaneous well thought like i say whatever give it to me right now
no no no
The car was an automatic. In theory, that should be simpler, but as a lifelong driver of a standard I fumbled with the controls for several seconds. She laughed a little at me, slouching deeper in the passenger’s seat, fiddling with the radio. “Don’t,” I said, frustrated with my lack of competence. She stopped laughing and crossed her arms, looking out the window.
It was automatic. She hadn’t even though about it. Like a well-choreographed dance, he made a move, she stepped back. He rejected her, she reached for him. They were magnets, pushing each other away instead of pulling the other nearer.
It was automatic. She hadn’t meant to. She’d give anything, in fact, to be able to reach for him as he reached for her.
It’s funny how people do automatic stuff. We don’t think about it much, we just do it. I thinks that’s fascinating. I guess life is easier because of it. I don’t know, it’s something special for a human being.
I never thought the consequences. It just happened. It was a fire going off in my gut, no, more like a bomb, and I staggered at the that of what would happen. It was an automatic reflex to some perceived joy.
I didn’t get to write anything.
Automatic refers to anything which happens on its own. there are many thing in the world which are automatic like car, stereo system, airplane etc. I think in the future everything would be automatic. things are getting automated with the technological improvements in the world.
There is an automatic reaction to something that shocks you. The way you had changed in the way you hadn’t startled me, and I begun to whirr my senses into that reaction. I closed my eyes delicately, but it made no effect to my thoughts.
It was automatic. The way the pieces of the rifle fell into his hands, then into their rightful places along the stem. He smiled. Perfect. Seamless. An extension of his arm, his heartbeat.
It wasn’t like she was planning it. It just happened. An instinct, really.
Most people wouldn’t have even realized they’d done it.
But she knew. She had to know. The repercussions of it would be dire, and painful, and rough. But she had chosen it, whether knowingly or not.
And now she would have to live it.
And so would the rest of them.
This is what happens when you are told to just go with it. Go with it, the flow, just keep going. Don’t think, what are you doing? Is that thinking I hear? Stop that. No thinking. Fingers, mind of their own, no, that’s thinking. No minds, no minds, no minds. Thinking is bad, thinking is bad, no thinking. Fingers.
an intuitive, automatic reaction, like the jerk of a knee under the hammer, i fight back. i didn’t see the knife until too late.
ly, I responded with a demeaning tone. I wasn’t in a bad mood; my thoughts were wandering into darkness.
Her response was automatic – an involuntary reaction to his body smashing against hers. “I thought you hated me,” he said, a smirk across his haughty face. “Yeah, I still do,” she replied. “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.”
I think of that album, that so depressing time with only hints of pleasure and honey (though honey was actually from an earlier album). R.E.M. told me what people must do, and it is that drift; that sadness; that is saved only by momentary or length connections with others. Our life is.
everything seems automatic- my car, the body, even my thoughts! but some others aren’t automatic like my feelings…come to think of it, they too are automatic, like I couldn’t help but feel absolutely happy while doing this, because well, it was automatic!
It was automatic. I pounced. The rabbit squirmed and squealed – fragile like spun sugar – but my hands had found its neck and I squeezed.
That was my first mistake.
Within seconds – less – there was a crunch and the rabbit went limp. Eyes glazed. The warmth fled. I was left with a dead and useless thing, cold and hungry.
things done without thinking, by themselves. goes like a machine.
the things that are done by themselves n you dont need to work hard for it
or the machines now days are automatic they do their work themselves they just need to be instructed
automatic automatic automatic!!!!!!!!!!