"Oh, I'm Thomas, I play the bass-" He held it up. "I'm pretty good." He mumbled. Thomas had long, pitch black hair which looks like it hasn't been combed out in years, he had no piercings on his face, well, you really couldn't see his face, but he did have his ears pierced.
"Yes, Ms. Park. I'll be back!"
Waginem yang sedang berkonsultasi kepada psikiater atas gangguan yang di deritanya
The hallways walls were a shade of grey. Simple and clean. Picture frames hanging on the wall showcasing the founders of the apartment. The building was 60 years old and approaching 61. The picture showed the founder and the construction team in front of the completed building. The building looked very magnificent and new. The bricks were a solid red colour compared to the now somewhat deformed bricks caused from continuous rainfall. The stairwell was quite old as every time he took a step there would be a quiet creak sound but since the stairwell was quite open the sound was amplified. His footsteps were echoing in the stairwell. As he reached the second floor, he was finding his room which was the room 37 each floor consists of 20 rooms so his room would be the furthest away from the stairs as the 17th room on the second floor is his. As he walked toward his room he found that it was unusually quiet. But as he remembered that it was almost 1am in the morning he thought it was quite normal since most people should be in bed and asleep.
"As long as they aren't harmful, then it's fine Auria. I'm glad you decided to tell us though" Eve says while patting Auria's head.
Of those that sail the stars, many may spend their lives seeking treasure, seeking fame, or seeking freedom. For some, freedom is a wide open sea of constellations, the glitter of star fire and the inky black void of space. But in the endless expanses of the galaxy, some may find themselves caged by freedom, while some may find themselves set free by a cage. Such is the fickle nature of power, that it consume some, and leave others untouched.
Rika reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Opening the right door, it was as Takashi had said, ammo and other supplies. Opening the left door exposed the two rifles and the shotgun.
It does feel real though..
After a month, he rushed to my house one afternoon when he ought to be in the office with a cheering news that the team of doctors in that special hospital had agreed to tackle my case
*TAP TAP TAP*
When you finished making the final product of the AI, I *sniff* fused both the final product coding and my coding resulting in an evolved version of me. *sniff*
"Take it easy sha. If you need a job, call me. I have connections." She winked and began to walk away, deliberately shaking her backside at him. The other girls also left but with less flair and he sat down on his chair and began to pack what little he possessed. Some of his colleagues had a few sympathetic words to say but the rest clung to their computer screens like they always did. Uyi often imagined what they would do in the face of a coming hurricane. Would they be glued to their desks, typing away at their keyboards while the flood carried them?