1:27 - It was colder. We were still running; escapees, The metal were after us, and heaven knows what they would do if we were found. So we ran once more.
We're ran along the shadows, away from the metal, we were forced to lurk in a place which should have been our home; if not for the metal. I thought. I has had these thoughts before. The decision between infamy and being forgotten. My impression on the world should be important; worthy. But I knew it wasn't worth hurt and hatred. I knew that now; I reminded myself; brushing off guilt growing about the past. But I couldn't brush it off. So I sufficed my vice for distractive purposes. What do I want to do to this world? Thoughts swarmed. I was incapable of this vice. So I focused on running.
1:28 - I looked back. The metal was gone for all I knew. But we were still wanted. So we had to move. I looked to the Immortals; none familiar. I tried to talk. Words wouldn't form. I had been alone; I hadn't had much practice. It was silent.
Until one dared to speak.
"I am WQ8-908..."
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AdventureCompleted Although in need of editing. 'We would run again. Together. ' This book is set in the post-apocalyptic future of sorts. It is a contemplative novel about use of life and place in a narrative form. A bit of philosophy, bit of action, a lo...
