"Abby!" I grieved, my tears drifting away in the sea. A part of me instructed me to mourn over my loss and forget about everything, but the other part of me advised me to ruin the machine and save the dolphins. They were like angels and devils on my shoulders. I brushed away the awful thoughts and formed the decision: I was going to wreck the machine.
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Viru et Zero
Short StoryThe sun is shining, The birds are singing, It's a perfect day to... DIE.
