My name is Alan Turing. I am 17 years old, and I go to the Sherborne school in Dorset, England. It's a boarding school for boys, just like me, though there is a thing which makes me different. I'm going to finish school next year and then I'm going to study in Kings College, Cambridge, on a scholarship. But this story isn't about me, it is more to process my feelings towards my dead friend, Christopher Morcom. He died on the 13.02.1930 due to bovine tuberculosis. He was only 18 years old, and he was the first person for whom I felt more than friendship. Even if that might be a little hard to understand. After all, he was the first person I ever befriended... After hearing the Cheops message, I broke down. I am writing this down to remember the good things we did and the day I confessed my feelings to him.
PS: (If this ever gets into the hands of civilians) Please do not pass it on to police as it is still illegal to feel this way about another man...
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Christophers death
FanfictionMy name is Alan Turing. I am 17 years old, and I go to the Sherborne school in Dorset, England. It's a boarding school for boys, just like me, though there is a thing which makes me different. I'm going to finish school next year and then I'm going...
